She’s a little annoying. She’s there when I’m in the middle of talking to friends. She’s there when I’m eating breakfast.
By Jack Rabbit7 years ago in Poets
My first encounter with an angel, From a moment spent in hell, Came a time of light, When I began to fight no more, And it seemed that I was done for sure,
The body is a vessel, connected to spirit and mind, Residing within my mind, manifests these grey eyes, "Who?" asks the Owl, who is this other being that lives inside,
Sparking up another drag, Lights up in the dark like a candle, Behind it are my lips locked on, In a romantic embrace, We share this moment together.