Poems from baskethead
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
In my heart, it is a simple matter.
Or soul, the brain, the mind;
Whichever you believe does the chatter.
We...
Who am I, who am I?
Just a girl with tear stained eyes
Ruined and restless upon
My woman's thighs
Our love is shy...
Tell me, how is your...