I love winterIt was end of the summer And my heart was broken but i was smiling, laughing, making jokes Like there was nothing bleeding inside As always
A poem work it out.....There is a subtle beauty in the way oil stains on pavement reflect iridescence like melted glass
Why is the world we live in spiralling out of controlWe used to be so happy and now all we see on TV is the news revealing the truth. Most of the time we are blinded by commercial breaks, on comes the news and we change channels. When we do listen to the truth..deep down we are petrified
