What is love after all?Is it this persistent, consistentnudging, pushing, pursuing feelingI have to be near younext to youjust always in your presence..
"Who am I?"Every tear that I've cried only blinded the fears deep insideMy heart is held captive by burnt memories from yesterday's pastLike a little ..
They don't know the time that had pastthe many months she sat at the table made of stonethumbing through the remains of his caucussearching for the mi..
What if it was possible to getyour life long dreamif as magic it came into beingwould you believe it to beor would you question it eternally?How is it..
I am the after thought of the dusttrampled under the soul of her footmy spine pulverized by the beauty of her fleshit's fragments cut deep into my gut..