Chloe B Writing

The summer breeze caresses the cheeks Of the people strolling through the city Like a mother's hug they are embraced By ..

Truth Creek I shiver. This cell is cold... The doctors are mean. How did I end up here... Oh god. I want my mom. it's a..

I haven't written many poems in my life. I wrote this on impulse, when I was feeling some intense things for someone unexpected.