Poems from eramsey4699
My lips are not soft, freshOr new.They are dry and rough,Scarred from self-infliction.
My lips trip over themselves,Flubber- I mean,...
Frantic wings beating blindly,
Bombarding the window pane.
Beak nimbly tap tap tap tapping the glass it doesn't see,
Jewel toned chest...
I learned to write when I was littleTracing letters over and over until they were ingrained in my fingersBut it wasn't until the 4th grade...
It's hard being in a closet.The hangers hit your head and you can't see past whatever clothes you have.But I think it's even harder being...