Poems from jbutter17
"Get the London-look."
Frowning, "I'm from Virginia.Why would I want the London-look?"
My television preaches a repetitive sermon.
I...
Her brown eyes always seemed black when I saw her.
"Who is that girl over there?"
No one knew.
She didn't exist.
I would make exuses to...
Dear Mallory:
My lack of action doesn't define me.
You're gorgeous.
You're worth more than your price.
Call yourself sufficient.
I call you...
A cerulean sky stretches carelessly alone.
Slouching palms hang low to whisper secrets in my ear.
Soothsayer waters gently lick the sand. ...