December 2009
28 posts
Listen
“your the boss apple sauce”
i don’t fancy anyone at the moment, it’s quite unnerving
i looked in the mirror but something was wrong, i saw you behind but my refletion was gone. there was smoke in the fireplace as white as the snow, a voice beckoned gently ‘now it’s time to go’. a rec room played as you begged for forgiveness. ‘don’t touch me’ i screamed ‘i’ve got unfinished business’
have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the...
have you ever looked fear in the face and said, i just don’t care?
l-o-v-e’s just another word i’ll never learn to pronounce
hella hella good
i’m going to make it without you, fight. i’ll try my best i’ll find a way.
concrete jungle where dreams are made of