Poems from ashleytaylor16
I coat my hands and feet in the white, powdery chalk,
Running through my beam routine in my head-
Trying to calm my nerves
By focusing on...
Dear little sister,
I am sorry.
She talked about how she hated
Being the scapegoat
While she simultaneously
Made you her scapegoat.
You...
You are the soundtrack of my life.
And even though I am unable
To rewind,
I play in my head,
Over and over,
The quirky voicemails you leave...