Silver ripples swirl in motion
Like small waves upon an ocean...
I messed up again—
Not by doing wrong, but by feeling right...
If by a man’s deeds he be judged
And by a man’s work he be known...
From rags or rithes we were all born
From some us a family torn...
I've never liked my face or body
They always felt to I they don't belong...
How quickly we forget the past
and what it means to fear...
It's been a long time since I was last here,
Many times have I wondered if I should come back...
When two people met from a long time ago
Becoming close friends, they each took it slow...
what do you have to loose when you have nothing...
The boy comes across as adventurous
As his father would push him from so young...
Spicy aroma
my love and I making out...
I know what it means to understand
To see a person for who they are...