Plaster my face on the side of a milk carton. A horrible headline, 'MISSING: a young spirit, hearted to a beauty who was who robbed by hope.'
'WARNING: Never let your guard down.'
YOU ARE READING
Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
Milk
Plaster my face on the side of a milk carton. A horrible headline, 'MISSING: a young spirit, hearted to a beauty who was who robbed by hope.'
'WARNING: Never let your guard down.'
