Would you be my superman
when my cape's all torn and worn?
Would you be my 'the hulk'
when my walls are breaking down and shown?
Would you be my peter pan
and fly me to the moon and back again?
Would you be my superhero
and fly me to air when I should be stepping on hell?
g.c.
YOU ARE READING
The unsaid poems
Puisi" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
