Poems from Livinginmyownskin
The kids are screaming and playing
to the sounds of cars passing by.
An airconditioner hums with an impeciple breath
and the teachers...
The New York Lights are
sounds of sirens in the streets
of paper towels
You must help me to become my best
I'm scared to fly away out from the west
It's nothing. nevermind. I'm here with you
Okay, lets...
My mother gave me a CD of Selena.
i left the apartment and moved to the city expecting to her her songs,
so I popped the CD in and found...