A poem
Who has come out unscathed?Blisters form on top of blistersas we trudge towards the…
Why the hell is he so cocksure?Fuck only knows!No - I do know.He’s cocksure of himself, as himself.Full stop.Cocksure of himself……
From blood and love starts.Be kind as never before.Comes life. There is hope.
You look up to me with loveAnd you see me looking lostYou bend over my hand And peep into the blue screenTrying to look…
While I pat you on the backTrying forever to put you to sleepYou keep looking at the windowTrying so very hard to stay…