His JacketI stole it. Not in a mean way. But I took it. He found me wearing it and said “You keep it.” I wanted to smile so wide but instead I said...
Sadness (Billie's 25th poem)Whenever my friends are blue I'm never quite sure what to do Should I tell a joke so they crack a smile Or just let them rest awhile...
Emily's Poem #25 - "Wolf"I am the wolf The wolf who hunts and preys on other people's weaknesses I am the huntress The huntress who stalks and observes silently,...