The first time I got fired from a job,
Was three years after graduation...
I came across a field of unfamiliar flowers
their scent carried a spice...
I look at that needle hanging on to your skin
little droplets running through your veins...
In a town where no one goes,
In a yard where nothing grows...
All it took was a little spark
To light this fire in my veins...
Tap tap tap upon the door
Who could it be at this hour...
Greyish blue sky,
niveous land...
Obstacles come in many shapes;
Brusies on my pretty face made me...
Terrified,
perspiration drips from my pores...
“I deserve so much better than you.”
Those were the last words he said to me before he...
another headline
tumbles across a mass grave...
You believed my smile was real
because that's what I wanted you to see...