Her pink skirt stood out and
I'd never been so nervous.
All I know is
Her name is Hope.
A small bag swung from her hip and he eyes thinned as she smiled.
What do I say?
All I know is
Her name is Hope.
We sat in the center of the cafe.
Laughing and Screaming.
I had no idea what I was saying.
But I didn't want it to stop.
We shared the sunset.
We shared a blunt.
We shared each other.
All I know is
Her name is Hope.
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Joe Black
PoezieI consider this to be a collection of me. My life and emotions. Each poem/short holds heavy in my heart. All content is original and authentic. I'd love to hear your feedback and please encourage me! Lastly, I love you all. #9 in Poems
