 |
| Have a poem to share? We welcome your poems and thoughts. |
| More Featured Poems: |
| WANNABEPOETS |
| More Featured poems: |
|
| Copyright@AwildaAponte 2000 All rights reserved |
| This site is Hosted by Geocities.com |
| Welcome Wannabepoets! As you search, may you find some joy. |
I'm talking to the radio with one hand on the wheel Driving drunk and not believing this is all real Last night was red wine whispers and sleepy unsecrets Today your hair smells like my shampoo I'm trying not to speak too soon, to mean every word But you already know what your've never even heard Last night was red wine whispers and sleepy unsecrets Today your hair smells like my shampoo I see my own reflection in the eyes of your mind Your hands somehow know too much, your lips are too kind Last night was red wine whispers and sleepy unsecrets Today your hair smells like my shampoo By Alyssa Marturano |
 |
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|||||