Grieving means believing those you love were once a part of you. When we love the ones we love, we lose a part of our hearts, too.
Political Poem The renowned rat race is about to begin; honestly I don't care for any of them to win. Because truth be told, as a matter of fact, the winner of the race is merely a rat.
only two positions: victimizer or victim both end up in destruction for trusting this crooked system
only a pro gets me to swearing off men with his name
We worship in the bedroom. The only heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with you.