Poems from Sarah Luongo

I was twelve when I first started doing it, You could blame it on puberty or a teenagers strong hormones,   But as I feel each slit, I can...
Her voice is ear pinching, Her movements are bold, Her statements are out of the ordinary. She walks up to you with excitement, Screaming...
I was too young to remember. Regardless my imagination is large, My love for him is larger, And the numerous stories continue grow vivid...
Given the choice, I would choose to be me Not whoever you want to see.   I choose to be the me I want to be, But as of now I can not let...
I was lost in some kind of fantasy. The trees danced around me and my flowing blue dress. I entwined myself in the branches, dancing along...