Poems from emilyykim
Didn't anybody tell you
that Longchamp bag
supposedly made in "Paree"
won't matter in ten years
And didn't anybody tell you
it's rude to...
Death surrounds me like a blanket of black and blue
How many times;
Interesting how it started to happen as soon as I was old enough to...
A smokey baby-powder cloud explodes in the black night sky
Field lights flood the field
First time you've pulled out that old worn...