Poems from 16ellieouimet
When I was 15 my mother told me I was not the daughter she raised. No good household of hers was going to be equipped with a dyke. I began...
In your hand, there is a spot
In the middle of your palm
Where my heart sits
While you can squeeze
And crush. And make it bleed. It'll...
In your hand, there is a spot
In the middle of your palm
Where my heart sits
While you can squeeze
And crush And make it bleed It'll...
I can't live without pens.
Strange, considering a couple things.
Pencils are better for note taking.
Typing is more efficient for essays....