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...