I wasn't made for love, I really wasn't.
I'll marry a vinyl and a liquor bottle, or maybe two or three.
Live fast die young, what's it matter to me?
I've said it before, and I'm saying it again.
I don't belong anywhere but a field of wildflowers.
So if ever you do need me like you so often said you do, a field of wildflowers is where you can find me.
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Pep 9-15-20
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Poems From The Soul
PoesíaThese are poems I have written about things that have happened to inspire me. Things that make me truly full of joy.
