Poetry

I wonder if we’re all scared of what happens when we stop.

Natalie GuerreroApril 3, 2020

I’d wondered which book of life I was meant to write.

Natalie GuerreroMarch 23, 2020

When the fall comes I start to feel free.

Natalie GuerreroMarch 23, 2020

I don’t know what to do when I get here.

Natalie GuerreroMarch 23, 2020

I’m From New York

Natalie GuerreroMarch 23, 2020

Ok I’m ready to shed my cells now.

Natalie GuerreroMarch 23, 2020

What I’ve been meaning to say all along is that I am sorry

Natalie GuerreroMarch 23, 2020

Natalie GuerreroMarch 23, 2020

out of all the things, my favorite is the rain.

Natalie GuerreroMarch 23, 2020

Crying Only Gets Me So Far.

Natalie GuerreroMarch 23, 2020

When I Laugh Now

Natalie GuerreroMarch 23, 2020

Tonight, New York City

Natalie GuerreroMarch 23, 2020