
My nerves swing over the top rail of the Juliet’s balcony,
And I curse even the softest of our god’s inventions.
I stare at my mailbox like time herself owes me money.
Each ticking second sedates my good intentions.
-Jackie

My nerves swing over the top rail of the Juliet’s balcony,
And I curse even the softest of our god’s inventions.
I stare at my mailbox like time herself owes me money.
Each ticking second sedates my good intentions.
-Jackie