Poems from mlawhorn1999@gmail.com

The scratchy stubble and broken dress straps she's sent plummeting, my Cinderella The sorrow and shame spliter her like cracks Crimson...
There's something twisted and dark in me...
 'Seize the day' they say, or else you'll fade away. This is the final age, before we take the stage.   The golden age of seventeen, we...