Poems from lobosolitariosiempre
Narrow is the passage that leads to your heart,
And as I search for your love,
I never come close nor am I ever good enough to have it,
I'm...
They say it is what it is,
And it was what is was,
Past or present, now she is rust,
Reminiscent on memories that hold no meaning,
She...
Road kill
Death has hit me
I'm decaying away
Forever forgotten on this highway
No one wants to scrape what's left of me off this highway...