Poems from grace_taylor
The bookstore looms at the end of the street
Its cinderblock walls tower over those walking below
Hammered glass windows distort the...
Excuse me sir!
I didn't mean to stare
I'm just lost in the land of Nowhere
The pillows here are hard
I'm slipping in my chair
One step...
Life is not a highway
A highway is too straight
You know just where you're going
How to get there and
If you'll be late
Life is more...
A little birdie told me
It traveled through the air
She heard it from Molly
Who said that Emily told Claire
You'll hear it in the...
There's a ringing in my head
When I wake up every day
There's a ringing in my head
I wish it would go away
There's a ringing in my head...