Poems from Sarah Luongo
I was twelve when I first started doing it,
You could blame it on puberty or a teenagers strong hormones,
But as I feel each slit,
I can...
Her voice is ear pinching,
Her movements are bold,
Her statements are out of the ordinary.
She walks up to you with excitement,
Screaming...
I was too young to remember.
Regardless my imagination is large,
My love for him is larger,
And the numerous stories continue grow vivid...
Given the choice,
I would choose to be me
Not whoever you want to see.
I choose to be the me I want to be,
But as of now I can not let...
I was lost in some kind of fantasy. The trees danced around me and my flowing blue dress. I entwined myself in the branches, dancing along...