Poems from samantha.hensley.336
If you let me, I'd like to clutch your forty-five pearlsA flawed, blinding foreignnessAnd if it's possible---the descendant of Emily...
You excel at commanding the roomAnd taking me for a rideSinking in blue wavesAs you make the whole world blindDon’t fix my hairThis is too...
You’ve turned sanctuary into hell
And I can’t just grin and bear it
The smells are not what they are
And have lost what they...
A vast expanse of sky
And stars glaring in opposition
You can't
You just...can't
These words are my own
On pages that don't need a second...