Poems from ashlee02424@gmail.com
My body, while might not be perfect to the outside world, fits me just right
Food. That is all. That is on my mind. Most of the time. Can't even write. In complete sentences. Cause I'm thinking. About food. Food.
It's Christmas time
The calender says December
The people rush to shop
There are many light to be seen
It's Christmas time
but is it?
It...