It was June. I was suppose to see my kids."
The fragrance of a man can take you straight to hell
The cries of a woman can make you believe
The words of a soldier can make you rediscover
The laugh of a child can cause you to bleed
But who am I?
Nothing. No one. Just the ordinary June.
The girl that walks the hallways of a minor grave
YOU ARE READING
Kissed By The Unknown
RomanceA series of poems I wrote, from bullying, to mostly romance, to friendship, and to mysteries. It might be bad so bare with me. Mostly based on personal experiences.
