Poems from reynawilliam
At a point in your life god is gonna be a word
No different than mustard, couch, bagel
At a point in your life god is No longer gonna be a...
He meant to marry honesty
But cowardness has blessed his lips
He meant to call bravery
But regrets and mistakes
Were always on his tail...
See my memories of my grandma’s kitchen is not like that of yours
It didn’t smell like lavender or fresh lemon detergent
(It smelled like...