Want You Here
Could you be my heaven Could you be my angel When it’s 1 in the morning I’m wishing for you I’ll be dreaming Here in my Never-land Is it fantasy I
12/27/2019
Poetry
By: Jo Vi
All
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi
By: Jo Vi