May 2016
I wonder why these thoughts run
like water filling my mind
it escapes first
through
my
eyes
My mouth pours open
what does it mean
if I tell you what I think
like water filling my mind
it escapes first
through
my
eyes
My mouth pours open
what does it mean
if I tell you what I think
This is a part from my poem "A Sunday Kind Of Love", my favorite bit. Thinking of trashing the rest.
