Verse 1: Her candy eye with a chizzled chin. And how badly im planning to get it in, but then again my soul resented. Needing of no dependent, can i consider us leading to no intentions but to lust and seperate ways. As much as i want to say her name, compells my heart for months and several days. So im holding habits, like a ho a tad bit. Counting seconds can you explain to me a "moment fragment" for conversation, Contiplaten on our destination. Waggle mouth and laugh about what kind of mess we making. Your the bomb and i dare to ignite you, like the air in its cycle your always there my Dearly delightful.
Verse 2: In your world, im the moon revolving around you. there's love in a clown boo, you can call this our round two. thank you for soothing me, cause usually, im looking for a lady to accept a mans bufoonery. If you'll be nasa, i'll b the rochet to blast off. showing our ass off, stuck together like catdog. Cause with me, no one will ever call you a ho. Effect infact, your all-dat like the nickelodeon show. try not to elude, stick by your dude. til hes all you get, like the ryu move.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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