I grew up writing to get away from a war I called home. The real problem behind my problems now is my fear and I plan on over coming that through spoken word. |
Time passes has I said question every waking...
On Black Tears of Blood streaming down my white...
I'm stuck in an empty world with no or one around...
When the words won't come out in your hands won't...
You have my heart but she has yours they will be...
Warm hands soft skin blue eyes blonde hair petite...