The soft breath caressing
Gentle...
Because of how you
spoke to me... I am now...
From comments from my latest poems-with some added...
I'm ashamed of this pain
cause i can't tame my brain...
Sick of You
Rising of my bones...
Seeing the light
looking oh so bright...
8th grade's past
And now high school's here...
Everyone will laugh,
They all enjoy the little game...
Im going to run away
im going to leave this place...
Perfect is not always being the center of...
and you don't have to fight with your boyfriend to...
Take me to your wildest party
Where and there I'll strip bare and bubble...
I have two voices...
One tongues of fashion...