Poems from julliaarosse
There's a place all my own.
Shared, but just for me.
I go and I am revived.
I cry all tears for that year,
and I laugh enough for a...
What a beautiful thing it is to have been loved...
where you're flying, and each day is filled with richer colors.
A moon to call your own...
Confined in cement walls.
Education hints while obstacles radiate.
Shells of students carrying lost souls roam.
The givers of knowledge...
It's funny to think I've been called type A.
That we could label a person with letters,
put them into groups.
I'd say I don't fit...
I've heard that a man shot another,
a woman was raped,
a village was bombed,
a house was robbed.
I've seen a girl insult another,
a man...