Poems from KylaAnnBruner

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Just a kid who loves to write poetry.
Sixteen years have pasted and I’ve seen the world for what it is, From the boroughs of Western Pennsylvania, to the heart of New York, To...
Thou who weeps their tears to form a river of torment, Art thou who know they can live through everything. Thee who shook hands with the...
(Intro)   So, tell me how you really fell, Just tell me what you want. Afraid of falling for you, Could I be your only sun? Sick of playing...
A cultural prime in the dark ages of mentality Arose the ridged slums of arrogance sparking general vitality Within each artery clogged any...
Seeing the beauty of life is only attainable by freeing yourself of negative energy:   Golden gates of bridges divine cross your thoughts...