Poems from a11229ca@gmail.com
Fresh air floating on the old urban streets
San Francisco is a ghost town.
The flowers are blooming silently,
The once filled shops sit...
Beautiful cherry trees
glistening blossoms
pink petals dancing
Spring should be a delight
But my eyes are itching,
my nose is runny,...
Gurgling, gurgling
Soft ripples
water slapping against the pebbles
pushing the verdant calamus
On the beach
with crystal clear water
on...
Before our break up, we were a perfect group
Popular, smart, and happy
the perfect girls at school
gossiping about drama
everyone being...
No one believes that I am depressed
Depression becomes a privilege
People are eager to make judgments and suggestions
They never really...