Poems from emilyruth5
I can't remove the sap, with spots of dust and needles clinging to my love and life lines. The stiff grass blades take their name a little...
First, bring up the sun. Let it stand for two to three hours before moving on. Once your earth is thoroughly warmed, Go ahead and grow some...
I'm not cuckoo, deranged, or completely cracked. I hardly even ever wear black I'm not a vamp wannabe or Satan's spawn. I don't worship the...
"Who's the fairest?" They all ask. Deciding can be quite the task. Primping, smudging, popping pimples. Her hair is frizzy, oh but such...
To have your health is to feel that relief. A heartbreaking pride to not be the one in the quiet room, separating their M&Ms. Their...