Poems from aggirl53

Stretched into a pirouette Porcelain arms above her head Pristine balance and tight bunned hair A trickle of salt water dread The lace toe...
Stuck under the microscope Pins through wrists and feet Dried lips once muttered how to cope And conquered Death’s compete Yet in the world...
The artist who uses blood for paint The boy who needs to love Her passion and fury she fears will taint One like a gentle dove Pure of...
Passive verbs will do just fine Unless of course, you wish to be kind Original characters are just great Unless of course, they arrive too...
They call me the actress Because I like to speak I’m wild and daring Not calming or meek But beneath this blonde hair dye Stage make-up of...