Poems from mbcfhcawr3
Dear sylvia plath, kristen stewart, Josephine from my chemistry class, and every other girl I know,
I used to tiptoe around sunflowers,...
Dear P,
I've taken residency in your screen, so my bed lays cold and empty. And i've been warned about thieves that keep hearts in jars but...
My dear, you asked me for an apology and I know this is not what you meant but i’m sorry my hands are always cold and I don’t answer your...
We are like a secret tangled in yellow acacia; you are better than I am and I better than you.
I am art and you a painter, I may be...