Was lost but am found. Was young but am no longer. Was naïve and yet still am.
Profanely sanguine.
V1. I feel a tickle in my throat It is nothing for which I will boast It's nagging away at me in jest It's full of lies and hot air at best
By Dee Dee Farrrrk2 years ago in Poets
I didn't want to kill thee, it did not have to be, I can handle a bad haircut, But then he overcharged me. My day was closing in,
Carefree evenings, intimate smiles, they're all a façade, I think I'll leave it awhile. Hold my hand, kiss my lips, hold me close,
Well it's over now and we've said goodbye, won't be no more dirty shit done on the sly, no more hassles no more of this shit miss,
