Poems from brittney.cooper
One with rainbow hair and one with golden eyes.
A high school project turned sweet
With actions of socializing,
Words of compromises,
And...
Whenever the thought comes to mind,
Wherever I am when the roses to die,
As the feel of attack meets the heart,
So that the light that's...
Slit.
If only my mother didn't shun me.
Slit.
If only my father disown me.
Slit...
If I just do,
Will I still be?
If I let go of my reality...
When thoughts are dark and the heart is churning,
An escape and freedom is to be welcomed.
The hurting needs to knock out the bad so
New...