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...