Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
"What if he's written mine, on my upper thigh, only in my mind"
"To the one who says I'm the one of his American dreams, and no matter what i would have done it wouldn't have mattered anyway, ain't no way I'm going to screw up now that I know what's at stake, here, at the park where we use to sit on children's swings, wearing, imaginary rings...but it's gonna be alright, I did my time"
"My friends tried it, I wouldn't hear it. Watch me daily disappearing, for just one glimpse of his smile, swirled you into all of my poems, now we're at the startling line, I did my time"
"Like who uses typewriters anyway"