Poems from rosey35
Her mother shut the door and
Screamed a number.
17 but larger.
German skeletons were
inspiration for a picky eater.
Chicken legs were...
17.
Air through the sheets of'
Innocence, a daisy pure.
An owl's call and star filled sky,
A sneaky liquor sipped goodbye.
Five were there...
She's a simple seventeen.World's an open door, but yether inside twists and turns becauseshe feels a million feelings more.
Bite your...
Life is a chocolate chip cookies,
A smile, the milky chocolate chips.
How they melt, it's her laugh on a
sugary day.
And things are sweet...
When I was young, I saw the world
Through glasses lined with
sparkling pearls.
Shaded blush and tinted rose,
Where everything was good as...