Byron Cornell Ford II
Love Blank Lines - Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II
Sitting in an addict's attic
What can I Tell Her?
'Babe yer my cellar'
The depths of her heart think its sweet
her whispers of amor scold my insecurities
i will write about the same shit every day for the rest of my life
cause its LIFE....
its what makes sense to me
Navajo n B
Cultural backrounds are irrelevant but i always have liked to boast and my girl is so unique god watches over mi novia herself
we walk down a cobblestone road looking for magical midgets
who will lead us to a tree with all of our hopes & dreams attach'd
where we will hide our hearts and be in love infinite
bumpin Nick & Norah's Playlist...
I am the proud owner of a spotless mind
Dots in Time..
I Love Blank Lines
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