Poems from madirenee96

His ears are perked but he isn't listening. I can hear his thoughts drifting on to his own subject and away from mine... "You can ride...
Tuesday night is writing night Up at Saturday Night Live. The cameras are off, The lights are on, And no one sleeps. Everything’s funny At...
The first time she saw her Was on the way home She sat away from the back of the seat Leaning forward as though She were a little anxious...