Poems from Brooke Renee
I love the spring mornings, when the warm breeze kisses me as the stars are going to sleep I get lost in the many melodies that the birds...
If I was stranded on an island never to return to society again
The only way I would survive is if I had a never-ending supply of my...
I've written the notes and made the attempts
Took trips to the psych ward and was admitted
I've sneaked out the house and walked to the...