Handprints Poem by alisha gonzales

Handprints

Rating: 5.0


I see the world in my own array of colors
I paint my story every time I bleed
I leave a handprint where I used to be
i live my life
you watch me bleed
and no one hears me scream help me

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Royness (*~*) 07 September 2006

something about this that I like and I'm not srue what it is. not sure it even needs the first line...

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