"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Too open. Like each pulsating wound on a body almost stabbed to death by broken promises. Pouring out fresh blood continuously regardless of their dates of print... Too open. Like the void within a mangled souled who's yet to find a family and home. Empty of the kind of love only another can bring... Too... Continue Reading →
How blessed a man would be to curl his arms around the waist,Of a woman who doesn't make me feel as if I'm wasting my time.Better yet,A woman who doesn't make me feel like a pile of waste while I strive!For success I want for the both of us.Yet,I'm often crushed by...Who knows.I don't even... Continue Reading →
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