Poems from missy.robinson.7509
We walk down a path
A little girl asked
“are you a princess?”
And I say “yes”
But he stands next to me
he hears what we say
And refuses to...
Sex sells
so they say
she was a pretty girl
and people will pay
just to take a photo
and this big city will beg you to stay
and when they...
It’s the little things he does
Like when we walk on the street
There’s a puddle
And he picks me up to carry me across
Or when my car is...
I wish I was a Barbie doll
Plastic
Perfect
Fun for all
Full lips
No ribs
Skinny shiny thighs
Never hairy
Lips like cherry
Hot pink car...
How far is repentance
When damnation surrounds?
How far is forgiveness
When darkness confounds?
How far is love
When lust consumes?
How...