Oct 2016
I dig deep and find
so much gold among
the clutter of man.
But all too often
passion wells up, spills.
I don't ask for love.
I just wanted to be friends.
so much gold among
the clutter of man.
But all too often
passion wells up, spills.
I don't ask for love.
I just wanted to be friends.
I'm slowly losing hope that I can find a best friend without ensnaring a doe-eyed boy.
