Be my poetry...
The poetry I could kiss goodmornings.
The poetry I could wake up next to, in the middle of a nightmare.
The poetry I could walk, into the sunset.
The poetry I could sculpt one more time, everyday...
The poetry I could kiss goodmornings.
The poetry I could wake up next to, in the middle of a nightmare.
The poetry I could walk, into the sunset.
The poetry I could sculpt one more time, everyday...
No comments:
Post a Comment