Not Yours to Sell
Most times I bleed these words deserted by the elusive genius as she courts other talents Most times I squeeze these words salty waters blinding eyes as dams bu...
Most times I bleed these words deserted by the elusive genius as she courts other talents Most times I squeeze these words salty waters blinding eyes as dams bu...
And what is love? Surely not the fleeting butterflies in summer. It’s your everydayness that gets My fingers twirling absentmindedly Tracing contours of a...