I never stood a chanceNot the way you opened your mouthand the way your words flung out.Slow like molasses.Every word before my namewas a warningI…
Poet & Storyteller
I never stood a chanceNot the way you opened your mouthand the way your words flung out.Slow like molasses.Every word before my namewas a warningI…
She was made of winea wild child who loved to wear redand fluid-like dresses. When she’d come around,I’d pull out my boatand set sail on…