The girl in my heart

April 29, 2012


Melancholia

My kids are so old. They could be in these poems. Seems like the definition of human is written. With forks in your loins. The condition of the world. Has sucked off my soul. And you’ve got to get over the feeling. That this has been said. Before. I leave. That the girl in my heart. Is the one. Over there. Her head on my shoulder. Her hand in my pocket.

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