I have not posted anything in awhile, but I'm still writing. I'll always be writing. |
You Do This Every Time, Whenever Things Get Tough.
You Say You Need Some Time To Yourself...
The sweet smell of oranges lingers in the air,
Overpowered by a dark disgusting stench...
You've got this built up anger; built up sadness.
All originated from one point; him...
I remember that day,
one unlike any other...
I Remember That Day
I Was Only Nine...
You've beaten that concept so hard its now dating chris brown. |
I Don ' t Cry As Often As I Want To . |
They Might Not Need Me; |