A touch of melancholy, I had a bio in another universe, but I lost it somewhere here
Boy and girl go to war Their words are weapons that pierce like swords Their eyes are spies that pry into each other’s lives
By Jeremy Conley5 years ago in Poets
Cold food on a warm plate, warm conversations for a cold date dinner for two minus you, phone glued to your hand Am I boring or are you just bored
By Jeremy Conley6 years ago in Poets
