Poems from Angel51
A quiet kid from Chicago who lives in New Mexico.
I dream like there's no tomorrow.
I'm harsh because I'm sensitive,
Nothing is easy, but I've come to learn,
The sun still comes up the next day.
Life was cruel to me, and i still dont know why....
ive had had friends die before i could even say goodbye,
and its strange,
one day your...
So this is what its like to be a rose that grew out of the concrete.?
the rough streets of chicago with no father?
i was never a good kid...