Poems from bjinho55
I exist to please.
But I must breathe, inhale and exhale,
only the sharp cold air
that compresses me out,
that cages me in.
What do I see...
Knock Knock
God? Are you there?
God? God?
I have a question.
Innocence?
Do you remember it God?
When our hands were meant to comfort,
Not...
Knock Knock
God? Are you there?
God? God?
I have a question.
Innocence?
Do you remember it God?
When our hands were meant to comfort,
Not...