Behind my back you ask
Nothing
Why do you ask
Sneaking
Who's sneaking
So I am walking slow
Doesn't mean I am sneaking
There you go again
Asking what's behind my back
Nothing, I swear
Show you my hands
Ok, you caught me, cookie crumbles
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Missing in action Prisoner of war Some come home Others lost forever more Never to step foot upon this soil again Thank you for your servi...
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