If I’m not all in
You can surely count me out...
With his skin so soft
his rosy lips...
When we were growing up together,
Sometimes you were a git...
Hey my childhood friend,
since when we have not talked...
You and me,
Just can't seem to be...
many leaves have shed
summer can’t dry weepy eyes...
I have been thinking about a friend of mine, named...
Scott was troubled with the burdens of life...
Ironically the person this poem is about is the...
It's hard to build up trust at first...
Poetry attends to Em's
Lonely state of mind and...
Two years
seven months...
children
both adorable and beautiful...
It's
still surreal...