Sanna

Anticipation. Great dark swells of scorn and hate I wait for fury. Wasnt exactly sure which catagory a haiku would fit under but hey give me a break, after all ...

You remain silent and unseen. Nameless to my lips but i cannot hide the scars you left. However much so i wish i could. These tears do not cry out ...

Copied from one of my earlier notebooks. I wrote this in fifth, possibly sixth grade. Are those tears from your eyes or the love of the lies? Did I win? ...