Poems from stephaniejay
You remember the hands
the grip that held you in place
the force he stained in your soul
in your inner grave.
You remember the pain,
how he...
There might be a surprised confession under the wings of her deception.
Frame for the future
picture for the past
All stated in her...
It's crazy how the only place that illuminates in a house is its corners, you'd think it would be its people but its where we run to in...