Poems from IcedTia13

Sugar and spice, and everything nice: any girl worth her salt remebers these words, these perfect ingredients to never be slurred.   But I'...
Day after day I sit in this chair, Day after day I breathe the stale air, expecting to learn something, anything clear. So why am I sitting...
Some call it love while some say it's passion. For some it's a hobby, no more than a pastime, but to me it is neither, not a love nor a...
He took my heart and ran with it. Far away he ran, and when I asked him for it back, too far had he run away.   I called out into the dusky...
It's weird, this thing they call life. It twists, ups, downs, side to side, Jerking me around as if I am nothing but a doll. But I am...