Poems from m.tpete
Not ready to see that face of yours again
The only thoughts I have are memories of mine pressed against yours
That so-called love we used...
It all started in a sea wrought of Red and Black
Independence among me, us three, never looking back
But every backbeat moving me forward...
You know that one girl?
That you just can't get enough?
You want to give her your world
But you feel likes its too rough
Well I've been...
What does it matter?
This metaphorical island, this situation beyond comprehension
The tension in realizing that there is one item you need...