Poems from MorganHoyt
I felt society's idea of "normal" slipping through my fingers
Like a handful of sand.
"The way God made me" drifted away like feathers...
I felt society's idea of "normal" slipping through my fingers
Like a handful of sand.
"The way God made me" drifted away like feathers...
Her eyes hold a galaxy
Exploding with lumosity
And bursting with breathtaking color.
But she only sees the darkness.
Her mind is an...