Seeds dive deep in sun-dried daydreams,
wizened, dried and decried, so it seems...
A/N Not one of my best but just something that...
Trans-
Gender...
Sometimes I wonder if there is more than 3,
and if there is, I am less than thee...
An old poem, written in 2014 I believe. One of my...
*** poem might be edited in the meantime...
Twitter, Facebook, Messenger, and MySpace,
Have you ever really cared, to look at your...
Schools to girls:
Take that dress off...
Late in the afternoon when the sun was mellowing a...
The noises in the street seemed to have muted down...
One mug of Latte
and a slice of Battenburg...
Its twilight time!
At the end of the day, all your troubles start to...
This reality we stumble thru
blinded with our hands askew...
But she never knew what she meant to him,
She never knew how he dreamt of her every night...