This is my first poem, its about my recent and hopefully temporary disability. I originally wrote it out of bordem for myself, but have come to rather like it. But dont want to show it to anyone i kno...
Iris spun her head around, feeling the wind rush to her face as she settled to the ground. She felt her fingers on the cold, wooden floor and ran them over a dent, over and over. When would he come? T...
This is my first poem, its about my recent and hopefully temporary disability. I originally wrote it out of bordem for myself, but have come to rather like it. But dont want to show it to anyone i kno...
Iris spun her head around, feeling the wind rush to her face as she settled to the ground. She felt her fingers on the cold, wooden floor and ran them over a dent, over and over. When would he come? T...