Annastasia Bell: My eyes are the the dark clouds of a storm,
Again and Aagin
To keep my cheeks warm...
Annastasia Bell: "I sit in the corner,
With tears clothing my cheeks,
Not like the ones you faked,
I cry in the corner for you
I sit in the corner,
With a bath of salty water down my face,
And I don't know why I cry,
Maybe I cry for truth,
Or for the pain I feel,
Knowing that I cry for whom I do not trust..."
I write poetry because I suffered from child abuse and it was the only way I could ease my suffering and mental frustration... I write because the only way my voice is heard is through my imagination..
Annastasia Bell: Distance is nearer,
It comes closer and closer
Within the hour;
All miscalculations are clearer,
The sight of disappointment is over
Even so that it more than I can devour,
In my heart there's an happy song,
I'm finally at home where my heart belongs...