In their little hearts: pt three.

In their little hearts: pt three.

This could be considered too dirty but EH.

A poem.

This poem I made up as I was on the train in my neighborhood of Brooklyn. I was listening to my music and I was mostly staring down at my hands the whole time. I have a lot of thoughts on my mind, the thoughts of the current time is what inspired this one. Comments are Open…..

Love gone wrong.

A poem about a secret saviour.

This is a short poem about my life as a juvenile.

Playing an erotic game.

Hi-yo, Silver.