Poems from oliviaingram97
That one guy that never spells my name right on my Starbuck's cup.
My siblings who never seem to know how to shut up!
Those newscasters...
Seeing their child hanging from handle bars is every parent's dream,
but seeing them hanging by a noose is the fate that I deem
will...
Roses are red and so is blood
Blood represents the color that I feel which is love
But as I feel love I feel hatred
From the loneliness...