Poems from BethanyGraham97
My Room.
Its calm.
My Room.
It's my get away.
My walls they are,
Purple.
My ceiling is,
White.
My Bed is,
Heaven.
Calm.
What I...
It’s all done and said. That smile you once had was only a fake. I can't believe you fooled me once again. The trust we had made was...