Poems from jcjones709
He comes to her in the dead of winter when her bones are blanketed in snow and blackened by the char of another boy’s words. He comes to...
At first the word depression
Doesn't belong to you
Your mother writes-off your self-destruction
As over-dramatics, you're too young
To be...
I once knew a girl
I was going to start out with I once knew a girl, but I never really knew her.
I would say that her sleeves were as...
We were getting to smart for our own good
So they made prisons with white bricks
And fake smiles
And greuling routines
And when we were too...