Poems about Animals
I kept checking my phone and emailwaiting for someone to call,to contact me.
No one ever did.
The manicured lawn is human management, trying to recreate the hanging gardens of Babylon on smaller scale
Tem gente que têm o que dizer
E se torna escritor
Tem gente que decide ser escritor
Everyone warns you about the strange men you dont know
The ones you meet in the dead of night
Your calming noisesYour soft, soothing furYou have always been there for meand I will always be there for you
Dear Anger,
Really, I think you're quite funny.
But I do not understand the way you move.
How do you do it?
