With the off wight fridge
And
The garnet table tops
With the water and the milk
Stalked below the table
With the warmed up oven
And
The freezing cold floors
With
The sweet sweet scents
And the spicy spicy spices
With
The thick thick soup
And
The thin thin desserts
With
The small little tiles
And
The big wide windows
With
The pots full of food
And
The trays full of sweets
With
The laughing
And
The talking
With the sharing
And
The giving
I know
I am
Home
YOU ARE READING
Poems And Stories From The Mind Of An Anorexic, Depressed, Self-Harming Teenager
PoetryThis is just some of the poetry and stories that I write every so often. So their wont be a schedule for updates. Still very new to wattapad so please don't get annoyed with me. Love you!!
