Poems from ConfettiParade123
Here’s to the girl
The girl that used to smile and laugh
A light in the room and flower in the dark
Who now lays on the floor of the chapel...
Friends are God’s gifts
When darkness swallows you
And you can’t get up
They light a candle
And join you in your struggle.
Friends don’t...
What does it mean to be different?
Does it mean I am some kind of freak?
Am I supposed to be bored and silent?
No, i will be free and...