i see only black and white. pictures, i feel like i'm a ghost in all of them. I may never get used to this.
and i speak to you like the chorus to the verse. drop another line like a coda with a curse.
baby, i want something else, to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life.
YOU ARE READING
dear god
Non-FictionRyan's livejournal entries a.k.a. pure poetry n we have hobo as the cover cause our fav poet's profile pic was/is also hobo and i believe that's the way he wanted it to be
