Poems from joyful12321
My mother is special.
That’s what they say
When they drag me away
From that shiny white room
And I ask if I may
See her again, Wednesday,...
They always tell me how if I had known you,
I would have loved you.
At Christmas parties, someone always
clears their throat and raises...
My best friend is my voice,
who calls for me when the dark
seeps through the
light I wear like a cloak
around my shoulders.
When my face is...