Poems from WaldmanMatthew
It's a call to arms But not a call to firearms I know, we are alarmed,But as the United StatesWe shall not fill our voids with hateBecause...
As a kid I often picked dandelions
Because I loved to watch them fly away.
As an adult I always picked the pretty girl
And loved to watch...
I do this thing where i drive myself insane for countless hours hoping for an ace to pick upmy 52 some odd problemsbut they all revolve...
Dear Stranger,
Let me into your skin,
Let me seep into your bones,
Let me be the one, when you’re all alone
Dear stranger,
Keep me warm,...
A lock always needs a key to open,
My lock needs a key.
A key to open my heart.
My heart is lacking of her.
Her beauty is unbearable.
When...