Freelance writer and poet <3
Lust is like a whisper in the night You feel it, but there’s no sound Sometimes, it gives one a fright But darling, just ignore your heart that pounds
By Cassidy Smith7 years ago in Poets
To kill or to be killed... In order to win, one must fight; Fight to survive and to stay alive One must look deep inside to realize...
Tick, tock, tick, tock.. I wake up to hear my clock talking It’s telling me a story of times of despair I look up to see a man with barely any hair for only a body