Poems from Steph121
To those who know the feelingof washing clothes in their tubof trying to stretch those last cups of riceor scrounging for change for a bus...
Lana Del Rey on my stereo singingOf broken hearts, freedom, and tragedyStaring at the ceiling, cigarette in handNot quite sure of where to...
Mom's got bipolarDad's not thereI've got love to spare
What's a girl to doWhen she's a speck in the airOr when nobody will care
Drugs, sex...
PatienceNot my strongest attributeAnticipationGrows at an almost uncontrollable rateHome is only four months away
StrengthIs needed to wake...
Wake up every morning, 7 amGrab a weak coffee from the five cup machineGlance at a can of beans in the fridgeWonder how long I can make...