Shapeshifting
Like a werewolf with no bite...
Sometimes I sit down to write
But my hands are firm...
Dream on sweet child of innocence, dream on before...
For when you’re grown your view of life a...
McDonald’s wrappers float over the field of the...
In Rossville Street, the trucks are late for the...
Silver ripples swirl in motion
Like small waves upon an ocean...
From rags or rithes we were all born
From some us a family torn...
I've never liked my face or body
They always felt to I they don't belong...
It's been a long time since I was last here,
Many times have I wondered if I should come back...
what do you have to loose when you have nothing...
The boy comes across as adventurous
As his father would push him from so young...
Spicy aroma
my love and I making out...
I know what it means to understand
To see a person for who they are...