Poems from tiylersims
She wore red velvet; redder than velvet was her heart.
Gone were the nights of regret, she learned to cope with it.
She wore black leather...
McKenzie picked her poison quite a while ago.
She never paid for drugs; instead they were her pain killers.
They were an opportunity to...
You really think it’s hard to live in blue?
I wish you the best in finding yellow.
You should shoot for pink in its harshest hue,
or mint...
Apparently, I have my father's eyes.
That makes it hard for my mother to even look at me.
Every time I inquire of the slightest information...
He’d always wondered where she kept
her wings. And he questioned where she hid
her horns. He could never find feathers on her
boney, bare...