Poetry by some girl and her broken heart.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

This is where i escape. This is where i spend my days, in between thoughts about suicide and what else I would do to be held in your arms.

Poems about flowers and their relativity to humans.