There was a man. There was a woman. There was a murder. This is her story.
Tag: poetry
Poem :: I, at Seventeen
Trick question: Is there anything easy about being a seventeen-year-old girl?
Because bluebirds are so damned happy. Supposedly.
Because bluebirds are so damned happy. Supposedly.
There was a man. There was a woman. There was a murder. This is her story.
Trick question: Is there anything easy about being a seventeen-year-old girl?