| Mi Corazon Es Donde? |
| i don't know how to write this what i'm feeling can't be written, can't be written He is so sleepy today, it's unbelievable my sweetie sleeps like there's a ghost in him on me, on the metal, on the plastic sweetie sleeps and we love/hate it but we're both all tuckered out... him more than me. let us dream of that chord tone let us think differently because it ain't like before we weren't used to this, we were so immature. NEXT POEM MY POETRY HOME |