Poems from Tori Corona

Take her it's okay. Take her it's not okay. Make her a slave, a slave, a slave  of your dirty mind thoughts.  
I'm older than bones. My hearts made of gold. I'm an ancient soul. Gonna' make this easy for you.  
Tired of feeling clinically depress Tired of getting so damn distressed
You hear nothing but silence as it seeps into your ears. Dying and lonely. The bubble that protects me has kept me safe long enough. From...
Dear Life Problems,    Why don't you understand? I want to be me!  But, why do you try to take over my life? You don't understand. It's...