It’s Britney, bitch.
A few weeks ago I was walking to my car from a bar because the music was too shitty, and the drinks were too weak, and the whole vibe was too
By Trævon3 years ago in Poets
quickly, we become slaves to the craving mouths gaping open, spirit unwavering jawbones broken on words barely spoken we need more, we need help, we need saving.
So precarious, Spirit keeps on daring us To make worlds within rooms, Wombs inside tombs, Choices from doom Rejoice from gloom...
By Trævon4 years ago in Poets
you look so good now and it's killing me slowly, but surely, it is killing me this longing grows and grows and it mocks me everyday.
What the hell did that look mean, you Used to hardly look at me, now I could count to three... Holding eye contact...flirtatiously?
i am a chime, You are the wind... move me again, reminding harmonious knowing echoes within... absolve my sins
he is, the boy that your mother warned you about hand high on your thigh, cigarette in his mouth, he pours you more liquor, he's such a good kisser
“What about you Black Jesus, you’re a religious man,” The blonde bombshell purrs into her headset with a pouty tone, Straddling the statuesque dancer she has lovingly deemed
By Trævon4 years ago in Beat