Poems from fitzgeraldk528
A young boy,
misunderstood.
Seen only for a color
a tone...
It’s when i’m happy that I feel less than inspired.The heavy heart brings me words to say, the nerve to say them without fear of the...
Picked at, prodded, pushed and pawed at.
How far are you willing to go?
You cross the lines writing your words to him,
until bloody lines...