Poems from oliviasalter12
I inherited my fathers voice
That raises over small talk, conquers barriers,
Has loud ideas that shake the ground.
Mine begin to blow...
At 11 past, each 1 parades to the stars each semi colon begs for a chance for a seed to grow steadfast into a tree Nearby, a girl of...
Perfume
wore brave faces
damp with worry.
During familiar hugs
she cried.
Years of cologne
waved
back and forth
and smiled.
Through...