Poems from hisprincess13

Anxiety is a dragon that slumbers beneath my skin, the heat from his breath pricking my neck Some days he is kind, and slithers down my...
There are certain stories that I will always write Bitter daughter and controlling mother Abusive father and distant son But this story is...
If I should die, return my tumbling tongue to my father along with my healer’s hands Tell him, thank you for allowing me use of them Tell...
I am off on a journey of self discovery My mirror serves as both passport and ticket   Start in the north   Locks of hair stick together...
I often wonder how the monarch butterfly flies home in the fall   Months have passed since his kind last wintered in the south He was not...

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