as if I’ve never been to the Taco Bellon the beach at 9amwith a hooded man seated across from meat a dirty table,waiting for our number to be called—…
Don’t Tell Me to Write More Love Poems
That niche, abode, your room or the latrine All depends on what state of mind you are in to @ that particular moment in Time.
Love ya too but it’s blinding me to see the ineptitude of the ones deigned to keep you and me Safe; safe from Love because other than a family Death, a long lost loved utterly is the biggest pain; le quotidien! Oui, oui Mademoiselle after twenty years we parted ways but not by mutual decisions hence Alas; keep out of 🌮 🔔 as is no place for the young to fall in love in. Good looking anyway, thanks 😊 🙏.
