Poems from tpearson

My childhood was filled with simple joys, raindrops dancing on summer-scented skin and soaking my downy head to the scalp, belly laughs for...
When I was younger, I used to try to jump off of tables to make myself fly. But when my bones were all broken (and my dreams were as well)...
For all the heartbroken teenage poets whose hearts are filled with unspoken rhymes, for the lovelorn adolescent authors whose beloved words...
See that girl sitting over there? Rumor has it that in the ninth grade she and a senior boy with a movie poster face and a Hollister body...