Poems from Kiayahaver
I could put up with the names and the games
but my heart hurt from repeated battering & lies
He could tell me he loved me coming from...
My heart’s as selfish as it is oblivious,/because it wants your love so badly/And, in taking what it can get, it finds only hatred resides...
Once upon a time,
there was this girl of mine
she stumbled out of the woods
wearing a disguise, a hood
she seemed ill and weak,
With...