Tác giả: Wayne Wilkins

Like My Father

I wanna come home to roses. and dirty little notes on Post-its. and when my hair starts turning gray. he'll say I'm like a fine wine,..

Wild Horses

Hmmm woah yea... i feel these 4 walls closing in. my face up against the glass. i'm looking out... hmm. is this my life I'm wondering. it happened...