Poems from layla_
Let schools be schools again
Let the parents not weep as they drive away from carline
Let the teachers not turn their bodies to shields
Let...
you are fourteen.
it is the summer before high school, and you are heaving the weirdest experience
the world is ending, you say, not really...
I'm lingering at the edge
The flowers are growing tall and wild, every color that God ever invented
Tell me, God, do you hear me now?
When...
i knew you in fluorescent lights and smudged eyes
i knew you in fake yellow flowers and tooth pains and heart aches
i knew you, not like...
i am nine
i sit at a table with my best friend, but she has a new friend that says i'm annoying
most days i feel overwhelming alone
after...