another poem about a boy who doesn’t deserve my poetry.
a poem about me because today I’m sad and I let a boy influence my mood more than he should have.
Maybe one day I’ll let you read this
a quick poem about a girl in a gallery.
“Fold 1000 paper cranes
and you will be granted one wish”
“Born in a swirl of amber leaves and the smell of rain, I’ve always been drawn to the windy months of Autumn…”