In love with a ghost of a woman I don't miss.A silhouette without a face I refuse to recognize.Why?Do I do this to myself when I'd rather be by,Myself.Floating through a jazzy city where my mind keeps roaming through,All kinds of tunes,So that I can finetune,Thoughts replaying the same old songs I've grown tired of.It's... Continue Reading →
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"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" He repeated after watching Mike Breen go 'ball'-listic while dazzled by Kawhi Leonard's last-second, game winning shot against the 7sixers in game seven of their long-ass playoff series. I mean, Hell. He did it while in a Toronto Raptors jersey (makes it more exciting on behalf of their barrage of losses throughout NBA history.)... Continue Reading →
I Just Really Miss Her…
Feels like an eternity ever since you've been gone. The only woman I've ever given my entire heart to, Just to end up doing you wrong... I guess, I've always wanted to rewrite my mistakes. A chance to show you that I am no where near a grave. No where near that dark place, Where... Continue Reading →