I’m sure she used to be a baker or one way or another worked at a bakery She has this warmth to her and certain touch to things
By Erik Diaz 5 years ago in Poets
See I looked at her from across the room and somehow knew that she had it The missing pieces A reason why I would be late for my next class
She vents out to wrong crowds and gets lost in the moment She picks up puzzle pieces of life that they dropped and she believes it fits her perfect
I don’t usually know how to start a poem I usually look at myself in the mirror and find a reason to As if.. I had an epiphany and then found a reason to cry
