Poems from colorofchaos
After an empty walk down Exeter
Hands in your pocket, my psych spits out bricks
With a steady foundation, seamlessly they build
Talks of...
Let's make a pact
to keep it Sam Cooke simple:
"But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me, too
What a wonderful world...
Would I be your token of convenience?
How not? Couldn't I laugh, laugh it off?
It's a struggle of experience and a free spirit
Soul...