On the edge of falling, but not quite.
Once, a daisy I was called by a friend A flower too delicate and easily bent A flower so small evincing daring simplicity
By Angelika Arroyo7 years ago in Poets
And so it turns out that I am a homo The fourth of July and Halloween combo The cooked spaghetti my grandma serves well That’s why the only playlist I have is Adele’s
If I could sell my thoughts, how much would it be? A penny, a dime, a dollar or three? Will the public demand that I cheapen the price
My country is dying Drowning in the blood of the poor My country is dying Under the pretenses of a cure The children of my people are starving in a corner
