Poems from Gilbert.Grape
Diced pineapples, Its the little things that count
Too much isn’t a satisfactory amount
More than perfect
A couple miracles in sequence
A...
I tell you you’re beautiful every time we talk..
your outline drawn from Gods own chalk
But your beauty is way deeper than skin
It’s the...
The dream wasn’t to be accepted, but to be equal.
I still dream not to see race, but to see people.
We can’t imagine love with hearts full...