Hereafter;
what's the aftermath...
It's very difficult to step away from the eminent...
I walk another dollhouse street,
and at the centre of that black desert road...
I just hate
crying so much...
If I could show you what you've done
Written out across my arms...
the walls bleed of you
your essence seeping through...
Mrs. Butterworth talking
Kangaroo rides in the pool...
I am here
But far away...
With out you I am nothing the tears they flow...
This isn't a poem.. just a sad day the other day..
R.I.P TOM PETTY...
The vacuum felt
when human to spirit you've turned...
I find it funny and kind of ironic
That you'd have the perfect...