Poems from lankford.allison
If history repeats itself Like i know it might Baby i can promise you you'll be in my arms tonight.
Impending doom, crash and burn My love is hard They never learn. You're drifting away I'll wake you after I warned you darling I'm just...
Techni- colored butterflies fly around my head like petals in the wind even though the flowers are dead.
Beauty is painted Colors layered with life see, Underneath lay bare.