It hit me hard Like a bullet lodged in my soul An explosion in my mind Pyrotechnics of my life A ring in your drawer An alarm on your phone A sorrow in your eyes and I know I’m nothing now
Leo's her son isn't he...
*The Trews
I often feel as if I'm intruding, just by reading your poetry. Honesty and emotion are your ink. Thank you for letting us lean over your shoulder.
I often feel as if I'm
I often feel as if I'm intruding, just by reading your poetry. Honesty and emotion are your ink. Thank you for letting us lean over your shoulder.