Poems from jordan.pearson.7106
You don't see mestanding there - watchingwaiting.
Even with the Moon'sfull glare-longinghoping.
I whisper your Nameto the quiet night - ...
Rivers, made of streets, rushed by;rising higherthrough the night.
Houses crumbled to the ground;people lost anddead were found.
But the...
You want my heart? You can have it.But good luck finding it all,For I have already given Little pieces away...
To an old lady who didn't...