Poems from ukaomau18

Pastel
Don't touch me like I am fragile. Touch me like you are hungry for my approval. I am piercing and vibrant,  but I am pastel. I am soft as...
Empty (a sort of prayer)
A (messed-up) brute has my heart Friends have run my self esteem dry That stranger smiling through the dust, he has got my eye.  My...