Poems from Sara Almodovar
Freedom takes on various forms like fake friends do,
They change based on who they take a liking to.
When I am alone in a quiet place is...
As red falls, I can’t help but cry for days.
The five stages, a sign of hope, seems fake.How can you be happy when all decays?
When you...
The pain is like a cold, sharp knife
It is twisted, stuck in my heart;
The pain is like a frozen land
The frostbite sears right through my...