There’s always room for
two, when one of them is you
and the other’s me.
by Scooj
There’s always room for
two, when one of them is you
and the other’s me.
by Scooj
Exhausted after
those nocturnal exertions;
waiting for the rain.
by Scooj
Venturing beyond
their safe havens, exploring;
most will not make it.
by Scooj
Bulging eyes, wet skin.
Ma said ‘you’re no oil painting’;
your ship will come in.
by Scooj