Poems from Rooftop
Tell me of all the idiosyncrasies you developed as a result of your first trauma,and I will tell you of all the times God has let me down....
It's all too much, the billionaire presidents, the talk-show grifters, the constant battle for truth, all too much. We have chosen the new...
I remember thinking, 'there's no way I love you yet'after giving you the last hair tie that I had left. But call that wishful thinking...
I remember thinking, 'there's no way I love you yet'after giving you the last hair tie that I had left. But call that wishful thinking...