Poems from haysheaff
What they don't tell you about the first time you come home
You'll come home expecting your world to be like a forgotten dollhouse...
Overwhelming compassion falling like the turned autumn leaves
Into the open hands of children with wide eyes and narrow futures
The...
If a boy ever tells you you're beautiful, ask him what he thinks of your heart
Ask if he knows that you'd rather sip tea than drink...