Poems from s.rogers
A scarlet dress for blood spilt
ripped blouse for flesh marred.
Ladders in the stockings,
a rung for every blow landed.
Scuffed shoes...
Hair bright as a summers day
Eyes the color of the ocean
You can see the happiness slip away
hes trapped by an immature devotion.
His...
I changed my look
I changed my hair.
I changed for friends who won't be there.
I changed my smile
I changed my clothes
I thought my...