Poems from Christelep

When did you start to rite? I started writing when I was two My first letter was a ‘W’ But I thought it was an ‘M’   There was once a...
I hate these ballet shoes Everyday marks another bruise And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane   Working double...
How I miss the olden days Those childish ways are all a haze When everything was so full of light, color, imagination, creation   I can...