Poems from tpearson
My childhood was filled with simple joys,
raindrops dancing on summer-scented skin
and soaking my downy head to the scalp,
belly laughs for...
When I was younger,
I used to try
to jump off of tables
to make myself fly.
But when my bones were all broken
(and my dreams were as well)...
For all the heartbroken teenage poets whose hearts are filled
with unspoken rhymes,
for the lovelorn adolescent authors whose beloved words...
See that girl sitting over there?
Rumor has it that in the ninth grade
she and a senior boy with a movie poster face and a Hollister body...