Poems from Ash17
They adore me.
She says I am a beacon,
A beacon of what, I do not know.
He calls me luminous,
But what's inside does not show.
I wonder...
I am the child prodigy.
But what if I'm not?
They say I have the grades,
The smarts,
The gift.
But how do they know?
I have always been so...
Still in high school,
He calls himself a lover.
Only sixteen,
Yet he's about to make her a mother.
He says she wanted it,
She...
Memories float through like dark clouds,
Villains of the night.
I used to run from them,
Could never escape, never face the fears.
But...
I made one joke about periods,
And you said you didn't want to hear that stuff.
Said it made you uncomfortable.
Why should I care?
Shall I...