Poems from lostintheusa
when I crumble at your feet, please don't turn aroundwhat I lost that lonely evening, I have never foundone day I'll make my way onto the...
I get angry at my body for what's living in my headif I could flee my form I'd do it, and live in my soul insteadmy body has its wants, but...
two months have passed. dinner is waiting, gratingall this on my mind. nothing has passed. I'm like a lightbulb fading.I was in it to win...