Stories by Jorja Rose
Gone the little girl
She's bad she's rough and she is fine.
But no one can break through her walls with a fight.
And the person th...
Never to be
Mother always said no one wants to be alone. But I do. Always. As soon as she left that's all I wanted to be...
Loving the bad.
I think about you every time.
Every time I drive past that place.
The place we wished to blow up.
Not scho...