Poems from WhitneyW
Ferguson, Missouri
What can I say, there's always some story.
How many people are killed each day by their race or another?
How many...
We sit waiting
alone, desolate, contemplating…
summer nights to winter days
melt, dissolve, languidly away.
Round and round we turn...
Your smile makes my heart beat,
your body gives mine heat.
Time goes by too fast,
never are odds for love like ours to last.
Yet I will...