Poems from 1917noelle
i am not mommy's little angel.
maybe i was once,
but i've lost my halo.
i can't be who she wants.
though i've tried,
i can't change my...
What does poetry mean to me?
It's the only way I can truely be free.
No one can control what I write,
And even that privledge feels so...
Tired of hiding her secret,
she could no longer keep it.
She wanted to tell a soul,
but when she did the world grew cold...
Now she walks...
I can't stand to see my reflection,
seeing someone of such imperfection.
The person i see,
has no reason to breathe.
She has no true...
I've known you for what seems like forever.
When i asked if you'd hurt me,
you said never.
We were like the best of friends.
When i...