Poems from svc1950
The kid in the back sits quietly,
with his head down,
pen to the paper of his notebook.
The kid in the back will get a zero,
for...
I counted 12 freckles on your upper body,
while you hovered over me.
Each time you dipped down to kiss my lips,
and rose back up,
my eyes...
Monthsare made of weeks,weeksare made of days,daysare made of hours,hoursare made of minutes,and minutesare made of seconds,so I keep...
Thinking of those summer nights--we were so young, but we still drank wine,with feet on your dash, dark streets aligned,singing a love song...
Words are spelled differently in languages I don't speak,
but they all mean the same when they're about you.
Words are just tiny black...