LOVE
The hammer beneath your pillow
There to smash the head of your prince
When it turns back into a pumpkin
0
Kudos
0
Kudos
The hammer beneath your pillow
There to smash the head of your prince
When it turns back into a pumpkin
Chapters of my life. I watch them pass as leaves break Through the avenues of wind That wash over the Harlem. Who are you that have extinguished the light Of what I have come to seek? Heat collects on the wasted vines of the wild grape,... Continue →