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...