Poems from Curlyambiguity
They only fester in the silence.
Time is ticking.
We should stop being quiet
Because all they can do is fester in the silence.
The...
The body pops every Saturday.
It starts around 10 or 11 pm, and it doesn't stop until the party gets shut down.
She twerks. She goes. She...
It wasn't rebellion.
Okay, maybe it was a little bit.
But it was more than that.
It was
His humor, his touch, his
Persuasion that bordered...