Poems from kaelij
I live, breathe, and eat words
I wake up in the middle of the night
to transform prose into art
and I come alive
When I speak, metaphors...
I wrote my first poem when I was six.
It was about how grandmas smell like
vanilla and cinnamon sticks.
When I was ten, I wrote about my...
What I can't live without?
Him.
He's never gotten me flowers,
but on Valentine's Day 4 years ago
he gave me two only slightly melted
pieces...