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...