Writer from Long Island
Third Year University Student
On the night of the full moon I stepped out To see the night And to see The stars and the trees But really I just left
By Theresa Rose6 years ago in Poets
There are knots in my back and I can’t get them out ‘Tween rolling and stretching and lolling about There are knots in my back and I can’t get them out
Her feet have wandered on me Since she was (very) small And then she changed my color From pink to beige one day. I (once) held dolls and tea sets,