Poems from GingerSanderson

The stoplight stands red for awhile She suddenly awakens to blood surrounding her body She grabs the blade and goes deeper and deeper She...
They always say If you having nothing nice to say then say nothing at all For why the scars are there My tears are the words that never...
She carries three rocks in her pocket One is the peble that lead her to a mountain One is the lump that formed in her throat One is the...