Poems from RilynCeleste
Somewhere between comical and dead honesty. And sometimes death. Or sadness. Depends on the day. But genuinely happy.
My Grandparents got divorced but my Grandpa was not nearly as bad as I thought he was. Major foot in the mouth.
I haven't written since we left each other.
I have grown to hate my grandfather.
I have grown to hate my grandfather.
I have grown to hate his smile.
I have grown to hate his smile...
I smell my grandmother's perfume mixed with the smells of the scalped potatoes welcoming themselves into my room. There's joy and sadness...
My dearest darling,When will you learn that you are more than enough? More than the trees could ever sway to or the birds could ever sing? ...