This road, takes me from you.
It carries me like you carry me.
Like lyrics falling from lips, fingers.
You are all I notice.
Carry me back.
what goes in must come out!!
You've survived what you thought would destroy you. Now...get the fuck up, dust yourself off, and keep pushing forward...
What I've always wanted
A site for poetry and other stuff
Not a dealer - downsizing and have some spare antiques