Poems from Local Dreamer
How you love me, and call me beautiful.
You make me laugh and smile, I feel incredible.
It's funny how we talk for hours
about our future...
How we fight over nothing at all,
but when we do I watch my world fall
Apart, breaking at its seams.
Dying inside, choking back my screams...
Without a house, you are called a bum
You're a "hobo," the homeless, and looked down upon.
Regardless of your story, not mindful of your...