Disclamer; I am writting this on my phone
I sit in my little office...
Courageous convictions bind me
to hubris-paved good intentions...
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...
All hail the
toxic underglow of social networking...
All I know, believe,
is created in the world...
I used to be envious of the power you held,
contemplating how much control you had...
Time moves way too fast
Just yesterday it felt like it was my first kiss...
The little former
fledgling...