Poems from Henson

My cup of coffee is so cold now My motivation's not the same I been laughing I been crying But right now I feel like dying And i'm sitting...
She writes about him in a five dollar notebook Saying that she loves him so His hands are placed at the nape of her neck while his love was...
the rainfall drenched the old oak tree it was late september i felt it was a sign and when im with him  and he's listening but not...
You
Hello, my name is not important You are You are very important You have skills And look, AH, you can read! This is exciting
I'm crossing lines between  The kelly green of the forest trees The path I seek is just a couple feet  In front of the creek Spring weather...

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