Poems from michaelpdrago@gmail.com
I am almost half-exhausted
I am actually, pretty awake.
On my bed,
Soaked in sweat,
Its hard to appreciate a gift,
when its just a burden...
For whome,
This may
Not concern-
I love you...
Ill always, love you..
You say,
You'll never put anyone else above you
but you couldnt say...