Alone in La Viva
You're punching holes
In my paper heart
I know you mean well,
But it's tearing me apart
You offer me your pinkie
Because it's your secret
You don't trust me
But since I know, you're asking me to keep it
You said you loved me
And I to you, like crazy
But your sincerity
It's getting hazy
Well when it rains
It pours
And when it shines
You're kicking down doors
YOU ARE READING
In The Eye
PoetrySort of like a portfolio, sort of like an autobiography, sort of like a book of poetry and short stories. Well, actually it's all of those things.
