Poems from oliviagavilan

I reach out a brush  And paint my dreams on a canvas.    I reach out a pen,  A spiraling dab of ink, And write my dreams  On the blank...
What are we telling our children? Sex is blurred out, but beheadings? No problem. It’s better to hate than to love.   Heroes kill with...
When I feel their stares, I know that I am beautiful. When they compliment me, I know that I am beautiful. If he ignores me, how am I to...
I remember your hair, big and black and wonderful. I remember your big brown eyes that looked at me so honestly. I remember hugging you...