Suffer' from moral hi-jinx;
yet no longer-
is it
illogical
to think.
My heart drums like
the sounds
of an
ocean
floor.
Haven't I tried harder?
Not a dream to do without.
Not an empty road
that leads
to
nowhere.
The happy days!
Popcorn salted butter.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment