Poems from Jess
Sitting back holding my tears thinking I knew I was right after all these years,
The though of this kills my whole. Breaking me in half to...
Telling him I enjoy this poetry thing creeped him out. How could I tell? He stopped conversation in dead tracks. not one hint he was...
I'm with him but I think of you.. Give me all of you and I might give you all of me. Because I really need to figure out what this is...