Poems from Sarina Bella
Your hair falls gently around your face-
One or two strands out of plaec.
Gracing my eyes with unperfected beauty.
Your eyes, so tender,...
Your skin, my paper.
My fingertips are a fountain pen.
Across your skin is written the words I cannot speak.
Each one a new creation of...
They told me I'm different -
That I'm not the same.
They said love can only come
To those who aren't gay.
I reared my head back
And...
And there she stood.
Mascara running down her face.
Her hair knotted in soaked locks.
Clothes, wet, clinging to her body.
Every curve and...
Maybe it was in the way that
You told Aladdin he’d never had a friend like you
Or in the way that
You taught us that even adults can be...