Columbia College Chicago freshman for creative writing just doing what she loves.
We Go Forward There's no flowery way around it. We, as humans, go forward But we mimic through motions as if the past had hooks into us.
By Sydney Pomrening7 years ago in Poets
Why you wore armor made of polished stones? I’ll never ask. Why it resembled chains is another notion I’ll never bother you for.
Little girl, little girl, put down your doll. Look at that little boy who looks at you with bright green eyes. Can’t you see yourself in them?