You’d stay silent, just holding my hand, and I believe itBut would you save the girl with the mustacheWould you be the golden child with bright clear eyes and a careless smileThe teacher that jumped on desksOr the soccer coach intern Would you love goldilocks in her short skirt as she holds her binder andContinue reading “Different people in different times”
In my years of living noticed that love is a wavering thing let’s fly while it’s high and smile at other times
At times like these, I wonder what they went through believe it or not, in World War Two. It reminds me of a book by a Russian-American author who writes about a girl having regular girl conflicts amid warn torn Russia. I never finished it; not much of a reader. It was suggested by aContinue reading “At times like these”
Had tried to calculate approximately how many times humans may have seen the sun through the tree branches Didn’t work out I gave up. Click, delete.