Poems from Brianna A. Ward
Second best is a hard spot to swallow.
So close to the top yet so near to the bottom.
Its like having love ripped violently from your grasp...
Dear Granny
I don't know you right now but i was told when I was a baby
That you nearly chopped off your finger and still came to come see...
So when we gone chill?
Lips cocked and ready to aim
I've got the answer to a timeless question in the shape of a bullet.
Pants around your...
I won't let you know that I'm interested.
No, its not a game that Im playing
I just get all tongue tied when I'm around you
My lips twitch...
Why do we feel the need to dress up broken things and make them pretty like they aren't what they seem?
Dressing up evil to look like an...