Am I forgetting What I was taught as a young girl? Is perspective changing As I see a map of earth unfurl? Am I doubting the heavens
By Jessica5 years ago in Poets
The laughter of three little girls replays in my head, I remember them dreaming, of what would lie ahead. A journey of sisterhood, to mold their love for each other.
There was a robot That was sitting on the floor He was sad, because he was told He wasn’t needed anymore. Little to no surprise