Poems from allen.tyrone

The last time I was me, I was young but free. The last time I was me, I cried in the night, because in my heart I knew, My father was not...
Know how to treat a girl, love her until you can not love no more. Touch her in all the right places, until her heart hit the floor. Tell...
I came from Egypt from dusk and sand. I succeeded on the thought of knowing i can. If chains can rust and minds can grow, i will be even...
A dying angel bleeds to death on the corner of broad way while the rich man slept. The man dreams of a forest in which he is lost, the...
I live in poetry and poetry breathe in me. We have the same heart in every word you see. Poetry is beautiful, poetry is she. We belong...

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