A collection of poems written for my father and the pain he has put me through. He isnt a bad father. I love him. Maybe sometimes thats what kills me, love.
A collection of poems written for my father and the pain he has put me through. He isnt a bad father. I love him. Maybe sometimes thats what kills me, love.
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...