I See Myself As One Would See

Poems Aren't Postcards To Send Home.

You See, We Live In A Cold Climate And Are Not Permitted To Kiss On The Street So I Made Up A Song That Wasn't True. I Made Up A Song Called Marriage.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

We Are All Writing God's Poem.

Everyone In Me Is A Bird I Am Beating All My Wings