Lawn:
My lawn looks like my neighbors now.
It has cigarettes all around.
My father the one who does this.
Is this what he wishes.
He smokes them to make the pain go away.
So it can go far away.
YOU ARE READING
The Little Stories of Life
PoetryA book about poems of life for me and what goes around for me. Poems aren't really my thing but I guess I will try give it a try and write some.
