Poems from brina0803
Gentle curving lines and harsh crushing zig zagsmake up the meaning of my mind.I'm insane, I'm going mad,oh who could have warned me of...
I can only exist,
or I can live.
Oh but living sounds so dangerous.
Stepping outside of the box,
quitting holding the past tightly to my...
Life is like a long drive down a short road.Your car when you were born,had no suitcases inside.No tears in the leather of the seats,and...