These are just my thoughts; maybe, really no one should read them, for they are pointless to the continuous turning of the world...then again, maybe not.
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Crash
One weak, coaxed sentence,
two words
ones I
told you
to tell me
- wanted you to sell me,
but you lacked in presence
then pleaded your innocence
never pulling up
seemingly embracing
the crash and burn.
