Poems from Shellybearrocks
I wasn't the only one playing dress-up
I ventured into my mother's closet
And entered a new world
I disovered shiny, sparkly, glittery...
His heartbeat is my lullaby
His smooth chest is my pillow
His arms are the sheets that comfort me when I need comforting
The sheets...
Leaving this place
Still not knowing the value of X
An unspoken race
Formed by society
No piety
Creativity
Gone
In search of one answer...