Poems from 19geitma
I love to shop.
I cannot stop.
My bank account continues to drop.
So many price tags,
could never have enough bags.
I try not to dress in...
A family in my neighborhood...
the family situation wasn't good.
Parents got divorced,
Mother and kids moved out by force.
Moved across...
My phone is addicting
My phone is dangerous
A game of constant predicting
This disease is contagious
Her hair is gray
and skin is wrinkly
all of us want to stay far away
but we have to ask her to go tinkly.
she doesn't like kids
and doesn'...
Went into the year with a head full of steam,
caught up in myself like a normal teen.
Valedictorian sister,
left for college and I missed...