Poems from AndrewOlkowski
Everytime I see her, I fall in love again,
And hope for a time when her and I can be we
Slowly I close my eyes, attempting to pretend.
When...
Why is dark ink worth more than my red blood?
A blood so pure and full of hopeful life.
The darkness stabs as a dull ballpoint knife,
Until...
Why is dark ink worth more than my red blood?
A blood so pure and full of hopeful life.
The darkness stabs as a dull ballpoint knife,
Until...