A mere man should never mean everything to you
For man is not the giver of air
-s.n
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
In many ways, I'm still that little girl
The little girl who was told she was ugly, the little girl who hid from mirrors
The little girl who stayed in packs, for fear of being alone with her mind
The little girl who learned from the reactions of others, not to speak, but to write her madness into rhyme
-s.n
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
I am an odd mix of things lovely and foul, tame and wild, open and guarded.
-s.n
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC