On this bed Lying comfortably, wrapped in the warmth of this comforter, Brings nothing but struggle to sit at the edge of this bed.
By Burt Boileau2 years ago in Poets
Her gentle words chew on the mind like bubble gum. That has flavors uniquely wrapped as messages in them. With moral lesson
These shackling thoughts of mine, grew accustomed to rusted old fetters of can’t and couldn’t. I feel these shackling
I know you’re used too lustful acts eager to crack you open for your good fortune. And leaving you with crumbs. I have nothing
Morning Coffee My heart skips a beat when are faces meets with each other in the morning. Like sips of a warm morning coffee
Love Language I’m doing my best to make this work out because I feel I’m losing grips of my current reality, as you’re the only thing
To be a Black Man To live in a world where they hate a confident black man is like driving a car with a slipped transmission