I've given up.On those so-calledchance meetingsthat don't turn into anythingother than abump on the shoulder.Flings that happenon a whimbecause ofthe ..
Gently woven into a land of roses;thorns embrace wilted wrists.Red snakes wrap around the skin,their venom lulls us into a deep sleep.Switch faces wit..
The sky was a dark shade of gray. Though the air seemed to be heavy with gloom, the city was bustling. Along the sidewalk laid trash and people who ha..
We play around and call it mindless fun.They call us family and be submit.Little do they know we have our own wit.We pull the trigger and fire the gun..