Poems from achen221b
When I watch golden, fluffy dandelions turn into white puffs in the wind,
I think of our finite days on our finite planes that have to...
I need feminism because of men in suits and ties,
pushing blank legislation with slanted lies,
swinging their heavy gavels on my...
I am not my depression.
I am not cuts etched into faded scars,Empty pill bottles sleeping next to an empty person,The tears that pool on...