Few times I sought you outI won’t apologizefor the dead knock outrose forgotten and leftlike bluebonnet coloredbruises you left behindI suppose I will say:irises are at the endsof rainbows or maybeesperanzas were there.They say my face is yourshe gave me most of youbut I have learned my wordsare adaptable likea katy petuniayou felt hibiscus tallthe... Continue Reading →