Archive for August 2017
Back with that feel
That it is real,
That i am alone here.
...
..
.
No one walks through my.
What?
Ugh... this is the only thing
That always makes me feel everything
But oh, what a but!
Can't.
One Day
Say it someday
That we'll face it another day
And another way
We do the essay
That determine.
Beach, my favorite place to have holiday
Beach, my beloved place to begin making a poem of joy
I feel.
