ToWhomItMayConcern

towhomitmayconcern

Nothing is permanent in this wicked world. Not even our troubles.

towhomitmayconcern

i think sometimes i want to stand or sit down, cross my arms and say i'm not moving until you walk over here and stand next to me and claim your rightful position as my partner in life

towhomitmayconcern

I wish you knew good men existed & r not museum pieces to behold and marvel.

don’t overlook me.

I am here.

I am one of them.

in flesh and blood,

breathing

(potentially
               your

missing

puzzle

piece )

.

not the one with pants  intentionally down below my ass,
but where they belong,
& with a belt,
shirt and tie
and suit
with the hand raised.


seeking your attention
wanting you to pick me-
love.

                  --alexgeorge

towhomitmayconcern

Sometimes you get all tangled up in other people's problems.

Their worries have become your worries. 

Y?