Poems from Aliyah E.

Karen
The cold water rushes between her toes and she doesn't even flinch. Hell, must be miles away from here in some cracked out dream of...
This Is Why the Caged Bird Sings.
The memory of you, like a warm summer breeze, On my lips, on my hands, on my neck, on my cheek. Like a warm summer day puts my mind at...