Poems from dana.miranda3
My teacher said
Life starts at twenty-one
So that means my book
Hasn’t even begun yet
But now my prologue is at its edge
College will be...
My teacher said
Life starts at twenty-one
So that means my book
Hasn’t even begun yet
But now my prologue is at its edge
College will be...
Beneath a bed her hand reaches
and grasps a dust covered toy.
His skin, not smooth and wet
as the frog he resembles but soft
and stitched....