The Shadow of Who I Really Am
It is two in the morning and my friend is drunk
I am a poet, a silent storm, a gentle wind that kisses your neck; or a rage that suffocates your soul. I AM A POET...
I didn't realize how hard it would be watching my wife miscarry.
The taste of sugar on lollipops taste like sin.
Ana helps me with my homework, usually math.
You’ve never worked a job you’ve enjoyed
I thank you, sir, for all you have done