Poems from BrittRonJo
Between her lack of skepticism... and her incessantly confidence is where I gain my joy. Her sweet proficiency and expertise, something...
Soon as I met her, I fell in love. She was like a beautiful rose. Deadly, but beautiful. She blessed me with her presence, something like...
Who is she?
What is she?
Where is she?
Why?
She gathers her thoughts and turns unto her right
She listens and she hears the fatal dull...
When I'm with you my head is on the clouds
But to be without you feels like hell on the ground
I say these things about you because you...
Well, I haven’t did this in a minute. Maybe caused I've been so used to trusting my handy dandy notebook. Nothing has changed, my life...