we meet on playgrounds covered in dust; the swings are falling apart but we risk it to go as high as we can. we meet in daylight, we stay through sunset and we forget to keep our shoes on. 12/24/2010Posted on 12/24/2010Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Steve Michaels on 12/24/10 at 04:30 PMThis is awesome! Favorited!
12/24/2010
Posted on 12/24/2010Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
This is awesome! Favorited!