Poems from cookiejarpoet
soft plum crimson red bandaids and scars
couldn't you have waited just a little bit longer? I only wanted a chance to say goodbye
you tried to teach me that I am made of air quiet, docile, not to be noticed it wasn't until you tried to burn me at the stake that I found...
a loss doesn't hurt less just because you see it coming a loss is a loss is a loss
i was raised to believe that God is in church lately I think that is the last place he would be