3.a.m Ramblings.

The classic tale of a girl meets boy, but he has eyes only for another. Now don't break a poet's heart and just expect that ink won't be spilled.

Poems about this and that { sad, happy, funny} they are all in here. These are my words, written in the middle of the night, when I can't sleep and verses start pouring out of me.

sample:
for a minute, everything felt right
maybe it was because your hand was intertwined with mine;
or the way you stared adoringly at me
but maybe it was because you were all I saw
even though we were in a room full of people
for a minute it was perfect. - Just Jo