Poems from LindsayJeannine
This is more than just a memory.It's like a dream that takes me places where I shouldn't be.And I cannot forget the awful thing he did to...
Beautiful is she who speaks.
Not with words scribbled out,
Or with the dance in her feet.
It's the beauty she finds in defeat.
When...
I need my space.
It'a silly thing, this love thing.
Comes around, rebounds, till the ground hits your face.
Don't chase.
Break your neck...
Another white tee
Tie dyed in four shades of red
Out of the twelve you’ve already encountered
Bleach will do no good this time
Neither will...
Remember that time?
When we swore we were perfect
Ironically in love with each other’s imperfections
Barely leaving any space between us to...