Poetry · Writing Munchkin December 25, 2017 SamT.Gutierrez I saw you from way down here. Polishing stones to throw at my head. We talked that whole night. They said young love was the sweetest but I didn’t bite hard. We talked that whole night just like the good ol’ days. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
