Poems from AmbrosiaCharlotte

The concept of adoration is a complex one. The idea of someone being completely infatuated with you That they’d follow you anywhere....
When I was a little girl, I used to keep my bedroom door wide open. Open for the whole world to see me playing with my dolls. But as I...
Life sucks. I’ll be the first to admit that I fucking hate my sad existence. But something I hate more than myself is when people feel the...
She sits there staring at her wrist Blade in hand She begins to draw thin lines Bursts of red exploding from her skin Voices of her...
Who am I? This is a simple three word question that can bring a million answers. I am a statistic. I am a number to keep up a reputation...