Poems from KaylaPerkins94
It was a warm, summer night in the small town of Framlingham, Suffolk. All was quiet, with empty streets and a gentle breeze, except for a...
Pristine, French tip nails
A simple yet dignified business dress, iron pressed
Flaming red hair turned up in a bun
Six inch heels click on...
As I sit at my table
That one by the window in the back
I drink my mocha latte
And people-watch
A blur of movement
From here to there...
French Revolution
People begging
Sickness spreading
A child left alone
A chase across a lifetime
The rebellion begins
Love blossoming at...
Remember me?
That girl in the back of the class.
The outcast.
The one everyone laughed and mocked,
For years on end.
To feel strong,...