thoughtpolice in the boulevard
when bright yellow flowers
bloom in the street
during the coldest part of winter
they stand with folded arms
their lips pursed
waiting for that clichéd
reply__________>
I am misunderstood
full of life….
when bright yellow flowers
bloom in the street
during the coldest part of winter
they stand with folded arms
their lips pursed
waiting for that clichéd
reply__________>
I am misunderstood
full of life….