The same ink that I use to writeIs spread over my body.The needle hits the skinpenetrating deep into my pale white fleshtearing through to make articu..
When did a woman need a man to validate her?To make her feel worthy, needed or wanted.When did a woman need a man to define her?To give her a name and..
Why do we do this?Fight and make upwe go back and forthand everything becomes blurred.I try to talk and let you knowhow I am feeling and that I'm unsu..
You don't even knowthe sacrifices I madeto be herewith you tonight.You finished long beforewe even saw the start of itI tried to save usI sold my soul..
Deep down I am a child of the 1920's.. with my love of red lipstick and fashion couture. This piece reflects love from that error that my grandmother ..
Maybe he would love me if I weren't so critical of my work.Maybe he would like me if I smiled a little more.Maybe he would want me if I wore more make..