Poems from nicoleann1581
My mother is angryAnd the roads are packedWith carsEveryone trying to getEvery where else.I can hear her telling me that there are a...
I can hear screaming coming from somewhereProbably the television downstairs.And all I can think about, all I can feel,Is that I wish I...
One of the first things people want to know when they meet you is “a little bit about yourself”And you play along,Spatting out favorite...