Poems from Amanda Mosler
6th grade is when I first read poetry
We were reading out of one of those big textbooks
I'd sit in class and count the ceiling tiles...
(poems go here) Her true friends thought she was with them
Her other friends were assured she was theirs
She stood at a fork in the road...
Her true friends thought she was with them
Her other friends were assured she was theirs
She stood at a fork in the road
Feeling her heart...