I want to write A little poetry book Fitting in my pocket To carry with me With five little poems One for each finger of your hand Your hand that led me here My muse My blues My cues My heart tattoos My infuse So I will call it YOUs
I Dont Understand Life I Dont Understand Myself I Don't Understand Anything I Don't Understand Please Help Me Understand How To Survive The Calm After The Storm After So Long Living In The Hurricane