Poems from Sflournoy
They say there are 44.5 million of us.
Despite all the good, all I see on the news,
is the rough.
They say death is on the rise but,
so is...
Insane what you'll do to call me yours.
Your soul is shrinking,
your mind isnt thinking.
This love shit ain't easy,
it fades.
It's a craze...
I wake up swearing I have to do better soon.
My waistline suffers abuse,
but I always plan to do better,
tommorow .
I choose to waste days...
My ears captured the bells from afar.
Though my eyes rest,I know exactly where we are.
I can feel the throbbing pain,
before I even stand...