Poems from runaway_stage
I've lived the last 18 years of my life in a vortex of pain and suffering and I am here to write about it.
My mom is a fighter
She is always saying
"Things will get better"
She laughs and smiles
Calls me pretty and smart
She works hard to give...
When you miss that boy
And your nights are derived of joy
Do you ever stare at the stars
And wonder where you are?
What you are doing here...
If i disappear will you look for me?
In the misty spring nights
And beneath the willow tree
And where the deer fight?
Will you search the...
I saw your hand around my waist,
your eyes staring at me
with a kind of sticky chocolate hold
that captivates me—holds me frozen in...