Just someone who likes to turn feelings into words.
We rode the carnival cruise over here Just the same as you Your carnival had games and celebration Ours was filled with sadness and Death
By Shanai Smith2 years ago in Poets
From germination, a flower starts It moves to bloom but first, it must begin little tiny enough to fit in one's palms small enough to never seem like it would leave a mark
Her beauty, The way that the coils and curls drop from her sandy scalp sunkissed eyes scan all horizons around Caramel colored skin meets her tomato red cheeks