Our spirit gots to hold together.
The firmest grip its not like the hold of our pen.
its the hold that its got on you then.
Like getting hold of a combination.
I write to lift frusttration.
Im drying my breifs on a hand dryer.
Wow! how neat is that,
While I'm missing the girl that's in my dreams.
Karla how are you?
The Dot to my every sentence.
The world turns around,
and im still in chancletas.
And I'm hoping to kiss them toes.
Now at days family is like is like money.
without life you get no love.
but this is just part of it
best thing to do is enjoy the most part of it.
I remember one lone one night one child time
but I grew up bu to quickly
so I call this my love my night my child time
Because i miss the days that i do not remember.
Yes, I grew into both my mothers and fathers shoes.
And I'mcalling it the blues.
Now I'm praising the Lord,
With my Irish, Puerto Rican, and Idian Jews
All of which I call my friends.
Hold up,
Here comes the END...
In : Poetry
