Poems from MorganDHS

I can still hear his voice, feel his face He's not gone yet, theres still a trace His memories are still here His warm embraces still...
Silence Then the door slammed He came in empty handed Anger in his eyes Alcohol on his breath Fear in their eyes Hearts pounding in their...
Why did you cry when he died, but not when I said good bye. Why did you cry when I was angry, but not when I was sad. Why did you cry when...
They call me a nerd because I take AP courses. After school I attend ballet lessons. They call me Goth because I wear black. After school...
Knees shaking, Feelings of an unstable base. Tears running, Stress, I'm afraid to face.   Personal space breaking, They attempt to embrace...