Poems from l1f3wr1t3r
My dearest best friend
I'm feeling that feeling again.
That one I feel
When I'm all alone
And you've said
"Hey I got to go".
The loniness...
The first time I was attacked I was nine years old
They liked to call me an 'it'
And blamed me for killing the class plants growing by the...
Remember when we laid out
In the middle of my street?
Because we knew
No cars were going to come.
Remember taking pictures in the dark?...
They see dark clothing and piercings,
but not the smile that graces her lips
at the sight of a baby animal.
They hear loud music and sad...