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
Our ping pong witty banter or your penetrating stare The electricity my fingers felt running through your hair A cig always in your hand & a smirk always on your face These are some of the images that can never be erased