And lately it has been so cold outside
that nothing seems to blanket this frosty chill...
Hooded shadows lurking
in the darkened corners...
Theo-therapy from Puerto Rico
to happy memories of my Chico...
I am a geode.
Know me for...
Is this life, the life for me
Even though love is not, but hearts do speak...
She sat in the mirror crying
she could see the flaws on her face...
Thirst is quenched by ignorance,
segregating tongues from water...
I know sometimes things seem bad,
but those bad things are just words...
27 billion an 36 people ..
all look the same an personalities are equal...
I let go of my dream
i hang myself...
Be decent with all
except the varmint people...
Never question what was said.
The expected choice of path to tread...