Poems from ambercjohn
its the smell of chocolate pancakes that rouses me from sleep the feeling of my warm socks against the wooden floors early sunday mornings...
it's the little things that make my day: the way my hair dries at night, when my little sister ties her shoes right, when the air outside...
do you know
how lottery you roam,
do you see the lucky sevens
imbedded in your home?
the russian roulette
one in six
and casino...