Poems from Melissa Courtnee

I waited for you All afternoon - by the phone you never did show
If you're not perfect You are very close to it But I know you're not
A man leaves his house at 11 pm he and his wife fight about everything she's leaving him it's frustrating he hasn't had anything to drink...
When I was in the eighth grade this boy liked me I didn't like him I liked the attention I was coming out of my depression and he was the...
Who Am I? A writer I like to write my feelings on the page because the page has become my most trustworthy friend. I pick up an empty...