We sat all night talking and all the letters of the alphabet we made into our story, by morning I couldn't help but roll it into a ball and threw it in the black hole of dark memories and left..... Hey! Im on the road ..who's coming? . Intensewalls Poetry Yesrosina Poems Road Movement Colors Colourful Shades Pretty Jamaica Africansonearth_ Blackmodels BlackBeauty Colors Memories Talk Left Goodbye Self Portrait Taking Photos February