21.
Officially a College Senior.
Foster Care Alum.
Aspiring Social Worker.
Artist by many names.
I was 8. It was a family friend. I am the black sheep and these things just happen to us, ya know? ...at least that's what they said
By Mo. ThePoet7 years ago in Poets
Sitting in somber, frozen while life ripples around and caresses the curves of lower extremities Pores absorbing thousands of (what is believed to be non-existent) specs of life's dirt that led you to this porcelain clawfoot in the first place
