Poems from JayJay
Love starts slow. Then once buckled in and started, Love finds out how to flow. We get caught up in all the small things, we forget what...
Leaves blow and flow, rain comes and go, my mind is here and there.
These emotions fly like flairs. Feeling my heart break, hearing it...
How is everything so perfect and wrong at the same time?Feeling like you cant go on, and the ones you say you love dontseem to care....