Poems from Didi black
Can I cry out loud
the memories of time
how beautiful are your melodies
flavored with the strings
I am a tourist to your sounds
your...
Can I cry out loud
the memories of time
how beautiful are your melodies
flavored with the strings
I am a tourist to your sounds
your...
THE MODEL
Lights, cameras and captures
expressing features of a picture.
no acrimony, just a moment
to pay money for a memory
make ups only...
THE CHILD WITH A GUN
The child with a gun is bliss
cause ignorance is bliss right?
and suddenly why does everyone care for life
with hearts...
RENDEZVOUS
He stood there watching away
like he just don't care
listening to the radio and whistling
along into the cold air
she is pissed...