Poems from MirandaAdams
Guess I'm On Here To Write, To Be Discovered, Or To Try And Make Something Of Myself. Or, Maybe I'm Just Lost?
I brush my lips across my abusers cheekThey say the abuse lies skin deep, but I say it rests in my heartAnother night we spend like this,...
Now I sit here and ponder, will you still be here? Will you come to my graduation, cheer for me as I accept my diploma? Will you walk me...