I eat, sleep, breathe, and exist in poetry. It literally is my world and I take it super seriously. (maybe TOO seriously sometimes :]) |
I find myself a stranger
in deep clothing...
That girl's got eyes like
1975...
Baby, it sings
through these egg shell walls...
Human instincs=
making the best decisions, like...
Sweet broken bird,
my little note...
Just so long as
there's an ocean...
Just so long as
there's an ocean...
And the windows
wouldn't open...
Rosie sang to me
about a war...
I was watching this move
about lions...