XXII

Brats don’t give a fuck Construction was never in my world, Too cold to miss the game Noo excuses might see the lovely Suzie Lucky Suz I call her A dead cat stretches out perhaps it’s sleeping   Cut this wind to the back of…

Hope In Hopeless Times (hour 13, prompt 13)

Walking with the sunrise Has become a normal thing Since we’ve been locked inside our houses It’s when my soul can sing There’s just something about the dawn That breathes hope into my soul When the sun’s rays pierce the darkness Merging night with day;…