Dark Poetry for Dark People
It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.
It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.
"I look up into his light gray blue eyes and get lost at sea. I don't notice until its too late, our lips are locked on each others. We are kissing and not stopping while being sticky with melted ice cream. "
Ballet, kitty-cats, and frill are three easy words to describe Murey Nabella White. All her life she has been sheltered in the richer part of California. She's never been the type to take risks, or try and stand out from the crowd. She's simply an ordinary girly girl, who enjoys reading, and hanging out with her best...