Poems from sparrowling_03
I am a whimsical soul,
A breath of fresh air,
trapped in a bottle hung by a spool of yarn
Dark eyes for portals to portray anyone in any direction I stare.
I am like a rose, covered in thorns pretty to look at but always safe from harm.
Jane Doe does as Jane Does do.
I can’t comprehend what it’s like to feel to not fit in.
I am a missing piece to someone’s puzzle, a part of...