Poems from curtjcobb
Every time I pick up this pen
I feel like my legacy depends upon it
In actuality it does
Each drop of ink is only a stitch
As I share the...
Every time I pick up this pen
I feel like my legacy depends upon it
In actuality it does
Each drop of ink is only a stitch
As I share the...
Every time I pick up this pen
I feel like my legacy depends upon it
In actuality it does
Each drop of ink is only a stitch
As I share the...
Joy in the purest form
My oxygen
The gift of the sweat from my brow
I see you
Your beautiful eyes
They bloom
Holding the hopes of your...