Poems from Jonaysia
What is it like to be her?
Never sure of what to do; Unsure of every decision
How to describe her?
Fickle, Fickle, Fickle
She can never...
She may have finally done it
She may have finally found her path
The sky blue comforter was appealing,
But with deep thought,
She found...
What would the world be like if there was no such thing as money?
Would it be a better, simpler life?
With no greed; no killing or fighting...