I can’t help but think of you, How you loved me, My bad, my good, The bad sometimes better than the good, You saw me,
By Talya Menase5 years ago in Poets
So there at 3 AM our eyes meet, In a space so hidden, not even we knew where we stood, It was just a space to be free,
You want to be conned America, You deserve this, You’re dumb America, Volunteer in Africa to brag, Picking up a couple plastic bags,