Poems from chelseydsandlin
Who determined the lines between fiction and life?
Who thought that it would be nice to take the things people want,
And transfer them to...
It seems to me now that i've frosted my soul
The fire within me has ran out of coal
This coldness tells me that somethings gone wrong
So i...
If love is a fire burning brighter by the hour
Does it require fuel or burn by its own power?
It always begins in each of us the same
A ...