Poems from shelbymiller0620
Did you get enough to eat?
Buckle your seatbelt.
Call me if you need anything.
Let me know when you get there.
Don't go to bed angry.
Let...
Understanding why people want to die.
Supposed to be strong. Broke Down.
I'm always too much, or never enough.
Feels too much, or...
Life is a trip.
Not a road trip, nor a business trip, or a vacation of some sort.
But rather another variation of a trip.
It’s plunging...
Sunday is clothed in a white lace dress
she dances around the kitchen gracefully
she has the looks of an angel with dark brown ringlets
and...
The world hated her
not just for what she wasn't, but for what she was
she didn't strive to be the size 00 model
she wasn't a material...