Poems from TheYoungster
She was said to have burning lips,The woman that worked at the corner storeShe had bright green eyes and saucy hipsThat made you shudder...
Tough feet, hot cement, cracked lips, drug tongueMy bones slithered down my back as I greeted the Texas summerChinese pear trees with seeds...
Every Friday night I like to sit behind the screen of cold warmthAnd write my divine feelings into stories that teach all the lessons of...
I write because my muse refuses to let me sleepShe's a devil, that girl with flowing fire red hairShe pushes me from my bed leaving me a...
I was invited to an ideal girls' night out
An idea suggested to me by the girl with flirtatious eyebrows but her pure spirit told me to...