Poems Collection

When centimeters turn to miles
My insides turn to pain
And the hurt inside me
Turns into a un-washable stain.

Our chatting turns wordless,
And for me that turns to fear,
I don’t know how to express myself,
So I let out one single tear.

I always think about the past,
But I guess I should’ve known it wouldn’t last,
Because with all of the troubles in our lives,
My heart is being stabbed by a million knives.

This poem was written/submitted by Desiree Ward.