Poems from Tiapia123

"My mind. A single red rose, accompanied by a few thorns on my stem. In the sunlight the wind blows past my beauty and people around me...
I wish I had the answer to why my mother wakes up every day upset.. Or maybe that’s only when she speaks to me. I dont know why she grows...
 You would think someone with a disease would have problems in school such as socializing or generally fitting in. Growing up down south...
If only I could paint a picture of my thoughts the perfect Picasso you would have thought my brain was shot secretly by Cupid’s arrow...