Poems from ReyTheWriter
Growing up is hard
This world only sees things the way they want
The things here will beat you till you're scared
Nothing you do will ever...
I wonder, sometimes, what love can actually be described as
Passion, cruelty, hatred, agony?
With every turn around the star we circle, you...
Never shall my heart race when she's behind me clutching a knife
She's evermore guarding me with her life
Even though everyone has befallen...