Poems from Rose.Crowned.Sorceress
A young college students who's still trying to learn who she is, and what the crazy world is made of.
When I saw the scars on her wrist,
I didn't see an attention whore,
I saw an angel counting her days,
For when she would return to heaven...
My pen is the dancer,
The paper is the stage,
My audience are the readers,
Who spare a glance to my writing,
And as I direct the...