Marta is a 23 year old poet from Minnesota. She likes writing about nature and feelings, romanticizing the world into a fairytale of her own. She also sings and plays guitar, turning poems into mini songs.
Buried alive. You worry Horror, indignation, a man with a soul still in His body. Banished Hades will close his welcoming doors to him, alive. But me, dead And still I wander these streets. Him, you seek to recover Me, nobody hears My legs and arms, still suffer My head,
He thought we were similar We both saw the good in strangers And created joy in little things. He told me I looked like the kind of girl Who would like cumulonimbus clouds And the sunny days, You know the kind, When you have to squint your eyes. I was