Poems from AmandaSchmitt

Days, Weeks, Months, They pass. And I wait. I wait on you. I wait on a FaceTime,  A call, Some word. But you don't call. You don't...
He traces her skin of black and blue. He hits her again. Her skin portrays yet another bruise.  He enjoys to see her cry.  To see her in...
You'll never know what's ahead of you If you are constantly starring back. How many people do you know move on with their life, When they...
Tears run down her face,  And loudly she weeps, She doesn't know what to do without him,  She can't think. She takes the metal razor, Cold...