I already know what you’re thinking. Oh for fuck sake, another story written of how someone’s heart broke by some dame who…
He was a lonely man, a lonely and sad man
I saw him for the first time when I began to frequent the bakery in the…
They said Zumba’s the way to get…
It is always incrementing
Creeping closer to another peakstate of contentment
I beg you,To release me,For I am a prisoner,Of your visage,The beautiful maze,That you are.
Another face, another time and, too, another seasonthis poem you wrote with tears and pain foragain, another reason.