Young male, ambitious and full of aspirations... Read my stories, be filled with my words which express with an expectation of excellence. Thank you for reading.
What happened to real music. The music that soothed your soul, that gave you goosebumps, the real music that gave you peace in your mind.
As I walk through my hometown I see crackheads, men, girls who advertise and boys who entertain Then I see mothers and sons who are soldiers Different in colour&shape, character and stance Young...
In my dreams, I dream of me and you. Stars shining in the dark sky,. Sun fierce through your own eyes. Sweet tenderness prolonged over time. Keep me in your arms,. attract your warm embrace.
I am. I am. I am. I am lost, But within a touching distance, Of my mothers grasp... I am walking, Without the knowledge of my fate... I am standing... Alone...
I try and try to look deep inside your eyes,. And fall into your inner depths,. To only wonder what you feel inside. Stripped of your dignity through the act of malevolence.