Poems from Mladue12
Folding beneath the weight of a heavy curtain I collapse. If only the pounds of velvet and lace became uncomfortable would I then need to...
Sitting at the edge of the windowsill, sitting, waiting, wondering who I'll be.
Who would come here next to me, if I was grown and tall. ...
Sitting at the edge of the windowsill, sitting, waiting, wondering who I'll be.
Who would come here next to me, if I was grown and tall. ...