Poems from rachelsilva14
From space, you are a speck of dust,
A delicate flower,
Swaying for the amusement of others,
Underestimated to the point of insult
From...
We don’t speak on a daily basis
You’ll never give me the time of day 364/365 days of the year
If conversation’s convenient, sure, we’ll...
Inadequacy, will I ever be good enough for you? You sit there in your stiff chair and stare at me from across the room. With standards...