Poems from serenitybakersmith
I'm sixteen years old adopted. And i love to write poetry. I'm very kind and don't care what people think of me.
3-21-15 They shot you Buck, and took you away. Why did this day have to come? What could you have done to deserve murder? You were so loved...
Their eyes are blurry. Hurry up and do what you need to do to bury your grudges even further in the ground. Your eyesight is poor you...
The past is dirty, old, and cold. Do not keep letting the pages unfold. There is mold growing in your mind from reliving the past all the...
Beauty should be inside and out. Looks are deceiving so it's what is on the inside that counts. Physical beauty fades as you age into each...
Are vicious, cruel, manipulative, codescending etc. Not all are totally bad but most are. People are ungrateful, selfish, judgemental, and...