Chenyrene Winchester : Writing

Confused and Alone!

Confused and Alone!

A Poem by Chenyrene Winchester


She sits on the bathroom floor with her eye linear running down her checks,as she feels a single drop fall down her face she wipes it away.all confuse..
He thinks...

He thinks...

A Poem by Chenyrene Winchester


He thinks he is Great,He thinks he is grand,He treats me like s**t, He thinks he's the man. He's just a boy, A little one at that, He is kinda mean..
Memory's

Memory's

A Poem by Chenyrene Winchester


Made on November 15,2009
HIm

HIm

A Poem by Chenyrene Winchester


Made on November 15, 2009.
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