I wonder much where there is no wind, if the Earth ever forgets to breathe, waiting along a waif and the water licks and slips over my… Read more “Her”
“Why is your smile fake??” You may ask. Let me get one thing straight. This smiling, scrawny girl is not me, not anymore. This is her. She’s… Read more “Her Smile was Fake”
Poetry that just came out of random singing at 4 am.