Poems from bjinho55

I exist to please. But I must breathe, inhale and exhale, only the sharp cold air that compresses me out, that cages me in.   What do I see...
Knock Knock God? Are you there? God? God? I have a question.   Innocence? Do you remember it God? When our hands were meant to comfort, Not...
Knock Knock God? Are you there? God? God? I have a question.   Innocence? Do you remember it God? When our hands were meant to comfort, Not...