You called me to say goodnight and to tell me that you loved me. I asked you what you love the most about me. You replied, "Your beautiful brown eyes, of course." I bit my lip, cursed, and hung up the phone.
My eyes are f---ing blue, a--hole.

Lust is a careful form of trickery.

Things are starting to bloom, and I'm starting to sneeze.

The wind whispers your name, the trees beckon you forward, the flowers bow down as you move towards the rope, it is an unfair sacrifice... for it is not your time to die....

A promise unkept... was never a promise at all.....

The rich are worshipped, the poor get fought for, but who remembers those in-between?