Poems from stc7228
when i was younger,my mother called me "grace". she called me grace, because that was exactly the thing that i lacked.thinking about it...
a little give, a little take,watch it bend,but it doesn't break.it resists the pressure,and snaps back into place. resistance.noun.1. the...
i think there's a person,who lives inside of me, a person who i've never met,a person i call Z.and when I am feeling happy,like nothing...
all i want to be is real.it seems strange to think, that i've never done anything substantial.i've never had a dream that i chased,until i...
when i was younger,
my mother called me "grace".
she called me grace,
because that was exactly the thing that i lacked.
thinking about it...