Poems from Livinginmyownskin

The kids are screaming and playing to the sounds of cars passing by. An airconditioner hums with an impeciple breath and the teachers...
The New York Lights are sounds of sirens in the streets of paper towels
You must help me to become my best   I'm scared to fly away out from the west   It's nothing. nevermind. I'm here with you     Okay, lets...
My mother gave me a CD of Selena. i left the apartment and moved to the city expecting to her her songs, so I popped the CD in and found...