Shattered glass and shattered bone, broken hearts and broken stares; they are the bleeding undead.
Lost stares and lost souls; they are the whispered lies of comfort creeping silently form the shadows; they are the unsaid.
They are...
They are...
We are...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kaylee your poem is beautiful. My niece and I both commented on your style. We would love to know if this talent runs in our family as she and I are both here on poem hunters. You see, my maiden name is Norine Marquardt and her name is Alyssa Marquardt. Does this talent run in the family or are there more than 1 Marquardt family? ? ?