Her hair is white
Her back is bowed...
Could these limbs pleasure you?
The blood doesn't emerge like yours...
There is nothing left between us,
But idle conversation...
The artist
What drifts through his mind, as his hand shifts...
When we first talked to each other
I knew we would always be friends...
Dear God,
I could use some self improvement...
She was my best friend
She was my support...
Here we are the beginning of the end
We've come so far and...
You're still a boy, who gets to dirty and plays to...
Yet as your father you make me proud...
Hush now little one, don't shed a tear,
I am, and will always be here...
They are screaming,
And yelling...
When I'm talking about
something she my favorite...