Poems from fineandbalanced

Now I don't know how to write poetry to well, but damn do I know how to admire beards. So the day I say yours across the lunch room, I...
She was an artist She drew from the inside to cope with what was happening on the outside. She was forced into the wrong body and every...
She was found at the age of 16,  meerly dust on the ground. Her family had left her with her own thoughts and It broke her down.  The...