Angelica Ortiz Poems
Good Day, Good Month, Good Year, Goodbye
To Mr. Dandelion,
This is part two of your poem-
And after the field of dandelions you made for me,
I made my one final wish
Miss Little Cream Soda
Back to basics...
He ask me to be his, but there seems to be no interaction.
Before we had such a strong connection.
We went better than math with fractions.
I dont want to be another one of his collection
I want to be part of his reflection
I want to kiss his sweet lips to feel the sensation