Poems from trinaclayton
You feel me with joy,
not like some broken toy.
But a new one, on Christmas Day.
With you will I always want to play.
You've been...
I am from music,
from white and black.
I am from the performing arts.
I am from the swelling lungs
of asthma.
I am from the 15 years...
First, you lost your mind
and I tried to help you
but you were already
gone.
Next, you lost your voice
there was nothing to do
but...