We Scream
Words We Don’t Mean
We Slam Doors
Out Of Anger
We Throw Things
Hoping The Damage Makes Us Feel Better
None Of That
Ever Does
We Walk Away
We Suck Down Nicotine Like It Will Be Gone Tomorrow
We Calm Down
We Come Back Together
That's When
We Feel Better
When We Remember
It's Us
Versus
The Problem
When We Remember
We're A United Front
Against EveryThing
We're Not Fighters
We're Lovers
We Know We Deserve Better
From Each Other
Ugly Words
And Violence
Solve Nothing
We Know That
When We Remember
He Is Half Of Me
I Am Half Of Him
Together We Are Whole
We Apologize
We Clean Up The Mess
We Communicate
We Make Love To Replace The Hate
We Wrap Up In Each Other's Arms
We Find Comfort
In Each Other
We Are
The One Thing
That Always Feel Perfect
In My Life
About the Creator
JLovee
Poet. Story Teller. Not Here For A Long Time Just A Good Time..
I Am a Prisoner who Dreams of Prisons
The dream always starts the same: I feel the cold bite of wind gnawing through clothes entirely inadequate to protect from the weather and I realize I am standing in line. Ahead of me and behind me are other inmates, identified by the burgundy scrubs we were issued upon arrival. I don't know where we're going.
By Kyle Cejka5 days ago in Fiction
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