Poems from BellaGabriell
Letting go of her hand before we get to the door
Her parents can't know that our friendships anything more
We eat dinner again, and talk...
766509, please raise your hand. To the school I was but a number, feeding money into the stands. What I say I mean quiet literally because...
In my vivid imagination I see nothing left but black,
The colors and bright lights I saw have faded out at last
Like every heart broken...