Poems from poutyalways
the plates arent stacked neatly in the cupboards but the plants are lined neatly in a row on the window sill. the fridge isnt stocked with...
i lay in the bathtub with the music playing, muted under the sounds of water splashing. i pretend i am far, far, away. i pretend the sound...
i was the little girl who still believed in Santa and the tooth fairy and you. eight years old and naive, i thought of santa clause as the...
on mondays, the girl runs fast and swift, dives into a week of stress
she runs from the fears that hold her back and everything bad
on...
Sit behind me and untangle my hair and my thoughts. Sitting, on top of an empty parking garage. You, me, and the stars. Nowhere to go and...