Everyday, the poet leaves me a little more
I try to wrap my legs around her...

He promised me
England for...

More venting,less poetry...

You put twee vingers in.
that's dutch, for two fingers...

'Tween silver moons, an essence lays
to mend each broken heart...

I scroll through paulo coehlo's tweets
before bed, his peace dazzles me...

Sometimes I cry alone
because I am so far away...

Its been a while..
The last time we spoke...

You look at me
like I have something...

I whispered a lullaby
to the midnight breeze...

I'm going to have a daughter one day,
she's going to be dark, with big hair. she'll have...

Yes,
I look tough...