Poems from sweetpunkin18

For I once counted Daffodils in my sleep, So delicate and unique. But no more can I sleep, For the devil has a hold of me oh so deep. For...
I live in nowhere land. The land of desertedness, of pain and sorrow, of glimpses of pure utter joy. It swallows my tears to quench its...
The frustration of having tightly squeezed fists and not being able to punch anyone. They clam up and sweat from the frustration because...
These three words can be detrimental to anything. They flow so nicely off the lip like it was spit spraying from a person with a lisp. But...