Poems from Laura218

The world’s a marketplace A swap shop of syllables  An exchange of phrases  Each one comes at a price The words sold face to face Are worth...
We spend a day to recall pain Catastrophes we can't explain Those we've lost, choices we regret Things we'd otherwise forget We blame...
I dream up scenes inside my head  That never could occur But it’s all fake Cuz when I wake He’s still in love with her
Dear Voice,    I don’t know if you can hear me, but I sure can hear you. I feel like you’re always present, even when you grant me...
I go out wearing jeans and vans and worry how I look.  Childhood fantasies are over. Life is not a story book. People judge me in an...

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