Lara

Love makes no one wise, games still slip the collar, of what goes on inside, i love sweet horses' smell, first summer without my father, airport kids' dance in heather, now embrace what i despise, no matter what comes after, even on this flight, bucket lists can't last forever, no one likes to holler, but whoever said whatever, paying is such a crime, my partner says use a hooter, but please stop crying, when did i start lying, was it on the altar, my son asking for dimes, me searching for dollars?