Poems from hickeyava
Talk as if I’m not hear
Talk until you turn blue
Talk as if I’m def
Talk, because I’m not scared of you
Talk to your friends
Talk...
The morning o so cold on my skin
The sun hasn’t quit sank in
Standing in the crisp morning air
A breeze oh so soft ruffles my hair...
How do I say it nicely
I despise thee
I use to try to impress
Now you’re no better than the rest
You hate me and I don’t know why
But you...