She said,
Darling, I'm not fields of grass...
No one desires to witness these outbursts,
coffee grounds staining palms as love...
Every night in his heart, thunders never ceased
Got his coffee in the windy morning breeze...
It was a job.
The same job in which you used to take advantage...
When the words met pen
And all that came out...
She was the kind of girl, that'd go
home to momma, smiling and laughing...
I worked
in the heat...
I like the way it hurts
The way it rips you apart...
I can't live without you
I think about you all the time...
The way you make me feel. When I'm around you it...
When I'm in your arms it's like they was made for...
All hail the
toxic underglow of social networking...
All I know, believe,
is created in the world...