Poems from cc3FitzCat
People write short poems
I do not
How do they?
Their feelings are perfectly described in two lines
I am too full to write short poems
I...
This is number two
Only three more until I'm verified
What does that mean?
Can you verify that I am real?
Verify what I feel?
These words...
I found out- and time stopped
That Labor Day was the last day
While I was partying he was alone
I don't know the details, the hows, the...