These words,
place themselves on the tip...
Still, they are days when losing her
feels like everything but a favor God did to me...
It came in..
like a cat...
an immigrant
is always an immigrant...
Puts my hair behind my ears
softly. tells me...
I know it is not gonna sound like it,
but this truly is a love poem...
Everyone tells you it happens,
but nobody tells you how...
This is me
here...
I swear to god,
I have never hurt so...
'Distances make the heart grow fonder...
This is why I don't like
getting involved with people...
You asked me
to cook you...