Poems from GinaaMariee

Why are we fighting? Why are we rioting? Why are we dying? Why is this happening? Why do we hate? Why do we hide? Why are we blind? Why...
Imagine you were young again. Your parents told you to go to sleep. You would never listen. you stayed up. Just. To imagine. Imagine...
Now to see if I still got it, if i can write a poem to make you smile so big your braces will hurt and your cheeks will blush, you'll get...