First let me start off by saying it was a type-o
So Juan Olivarez that comment had to go.
Fairie Helper what the hell what kind of name is that
I read three of your poems and I thought they were wack.
My mother gave me an ode poem, oh how I love that poem
The scene of her perfume on it, the picture of me in her arms
This letter I keep with me all the time, I love it so much I sleep with it under my pillow
To her nice hand writing, to the black ink she wrote in, she wrote until her ink went low
You let me love.
You let me hate.
You opened up
those heaven gates.
I look down on you
as you lay there.
I want to runway
but, dont know where.
i love backing caKES