Poems from Shanaya Young
Poetry is an extensioln of the human race;
we live on poetry, prose, and plays
I write to create surreal impressions of our world the it...
THe smell of you lingers on my body
Long after you have left
My head aches and my body hums for you
You hold my heart in your hands,...
"don't go that way"
"don't go that way neither"
her dadddy said as she walked away for the first time
"it won't turn out well, it won't"...
When i wake up in the morning
the first thing i see is my room
i look around and look at everything
determination, detrimation, depression...