Poems from 15irwisa
If you had a nickel
for everytime
I cared,
you would be rich.
Richer than a millionaire.
So let me be that man
who hands you the coin...
The mirror stands before me
after four years.
Finally I can rid myself
and make my skin clear.
Pop!
There goes my first "F."
I cringe...
This
eternity seems to
dim
after sex, lust, and beauty
are gone.
Should it though?
Why obsess
with touch and
feel,
when there is
so much...
I would change the mind obsessed
with pretty colors
and popular dress
When she was a baby
her mother dressed her
in the best she could...