Poems from oliviasalter12

I inherited my fathers voice That raises over small talk, conquers barriers,  Has loud ideas that shake the ground.    Mine begin to blow...
At 11 past, each 1 parades to the stars each semi colon begs for a chance for a seed to grow steadfast into a tree  Nearby, a girl of...
Perfume wore brave faces damp with worry. During familiar hugs she cried. Years of cologne waved back and forth and smiled. Through...