Too many times I walk in,
ready to sweep you off your feet
in the middle of the coffee shop
as if our lives were like the movies.
(more…)Too many times I walk in,
ready to sweep you off your feet
in the middle of the coffee shop
as if our lives were like the movies.
(more…)I’m scared of silence.
I don’t savor the nothingness,
the emptiness of loudly, softly, being me
in the converting violence.
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