2 hour drive to Boston, time to plug in my headphones. There's lot's of things to say, about my May being away. I know she'll always stay. We see through each other like an x-ray. I'll dry up her tears as she cries, catching each tear drop, as they land in my ice tray.
I don't mind where you come from, as long as you come to me. Don't say you'll leave again, because it's impossible to set us free. How high is the branch? I'll climb up your tree. Think of an alphabet, you're my first true love, and my last like the letter "Z". Nobody views my writing as good as you've seen.
YOU ARE READING
Lumaynia's SummerSlam Booklet
PoesíaHeard of wrestlemania? Well get ready for this Lumaynia booklet of nonstop poetry, nonstop story time, nonstop memories, coming from my heart, all during the summer of 2014.
