Poems from devonr
You are the paparazzi before dances
You are the artist behind my work
You are my personal shopper
You are my chef and my chauffer
You’re...
Click clack. Click clack. Click clack. As I am running down the hall, Splat! My mom’s red high heels have failed me again. They are just...
This poem is a comparison of my biological father, and My “Step-Dad”. The contrast of the two “fathers” has shaped me into the person that...