Poems from emmadolla

When things are sweet, perhaps sugar is good for you after all.  So slow and soft was your swing that it hit the ball just right,  we went...
Dear Movement,  Create a cradle closer to the edge of unstable where I stay but stop but move in all the same directions that I have been...
Am I too Serious?  I run through life pulling the shades down for some kind of peace and quite. I can't tell you how many times I have...
Here I want to write about a galaxy.  I want to paint a picture with a slim-tipped brush on the inside of your mind.    It will have milky...
We're leaving here,  leaving each other.  We're teething.  "Are you ready?" "NO"  I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth  and I hate...