Just when I least expect it
Here it comes
Like a baseball bat
Right in the solar plexus
And I knew what day it was
I was trying not to think about it
But then...
I ran out of other things to do.
YOU ARE READING
All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
