Ft. Lauderdale I’m a lost soul trapped in the wrong era on a path of self discovery. I’m merely an accumulation of my thoughts & experiences. Poetry is my outlet & outcome of my brain's momentary creative short fuses. “Thanks for the tragedy I need it for my art.” KC 68 followers / 3.6k words
I remember the last time that you kissed me Or the last time you licked my face If I knew I was running against the clock Then I would have picked up my pace