“Love me tonight, hate me tomorrow” Her smile was wicked but painted with sorrow, she loves Cayenne. I love her
and all along she’s wondering,
and all along we’re wondering…
Finding alliteration to literally make poetry penetrate.
Some times we can turn our poetry into beautiful music. That’s the way you make me feel.
I am lost, you are the map. I am fog, you are the light that is cast.
We often get caught up in wanting to be…
It is kind of a dream when you find a script that matches a reality you have lived.
We’ve bloodied all our blades
and eaten all their hearts.
The worsting about waking up from a good dream is how real it feels and how badly you want it.
The hopeless romantic always get their heart broken… Or do they actually live a life of true emotion?