I dedicate my poems to all the youthful teens. |
I looked at him as he looked at me.
He touched on me as I touched on him...
I looked at him as he looked at me.
He touched on me as I touched on him...
I wish I could have my cousin back for one day.
Take him from behind those bars to release his...
I see this one boy everyday, but still I have...
My words are powerful, but they have no tone...
People talk day and night.
They talk so much they don't even know how to stop...