Poems from sfishr
We feed from eachother –Fruits of the womb.Our minds meeting,A binding of souls exhumed.
An earthly pull,Forever present; always...
At sixteen, we start to take shape,
solidifying morals, values, goals.
Bodies changing: gaining weight —
full of hormones and birth...
Some find it hard
choosing between heart and head,
even when the perpetrators don’t deserve
forgiveness let alone
another chance.
A...