I love this girl’s poems. They are so, I don’t know, genuine and profound. I commented to her recently that she writes likes I wish I could. Anyway, enjoy this piece. If you like what you read, check out her blog at http://memorphilia.
What I wanted
Was to write
The lines
That would say
How I had changed
Since I walked
Out of the rain
Instead I threw
Three quarters
Into a callused palm
And continued on my way
