Poems from Blakwater364
Roses are red and I am not a poet and I am not an artist and I’m not the glue that sticks to your shoes andYou should choose your friends...
Sympathetic, I am told my eyes are beautiful and cerulean; although, my emotions are not transparent.
They blend and shift across the...
10+11 are the days I should stay home
Your mother called. She asked me what you want for dinner, chicken or spaghetti?
How can I be special...
Father, don’t I look pretty?
My mouth is sore and my tongue is gone.
All I have is anger and love and I have smeared it on my lips and...