Poems from Cos3kamikaze
Her eyes are so profound, widish round, astounding bronze brown... the color that can't be found just by looking around this fucking town...
I learn a word a day so my words convey like birds of prey/ At first it turns you away then returns to stay/ It's in the word play that...
Damn! gnarly me like a car he be a Ferrarri, I'm to Bmw/ so far he? A gain hardly... Barbie.. maybe a few/ pardon me ..Again, i'm sorry.....
Why do i keep doing this?..writing/..i'm presuming, assuming it is not like it's amusing or exciting/.. it's more like time using, tongue...
When you notice how their feeling change/ the distance...for instance, pillows fill the space between us/ Back to back we faced everyday/ i...