Poems from JConciatori95
Minutes pass as the sun drops into the Hudson River The George Washington Bridge looms above all of this New York lights up in its glory...
Writing a poem is a grand expression Of the man I am and the one I want myself to be Words become lines, lines become poems, interconnected...
I was looking to hit the big time Heading to Charlotte to make some cash Driving around in my Dodge Colt Vista, looking for work wherever I...