Poems from JennaSaleh7

Perfect. Happy. Put-together. I get that a lot Alone. Messy. Confused. I feel that a lot. They say bent wings cant fly  They tend to bend...
for the defintion of beauty like the definition of art cannot be defined every wound and scar only to add to the shine for all is valued ...
climbing trees only to end up closer to the roots that the branches flattered by fascination longing for someone to approve never to be...