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There was a time I would have done anything, when I wanted you for my own, but now I take the leftovers of used love Survive on scraps I'm thrown..
Ever since we got married, my wife has tried to change me. She got me to stop drinking, smoking and running around until all hours of the night.
A change decided for me Before I could object Callously and cruelly Decidedly direct Enraged I tried to stop it Futile was my fight Gutted I lie crying Howling through the night Instead of...
Done with this game of yours You know the one where you Annoy, ask, and defy.
A true story of battery hens. It seemed light years from my upbringing in the shadow of London's Dockland, with our arbour less streets and little back yards of concrete and corrugated iron.
Broken and on your knees Judged by all who see Some try to pretend But they aren't real friends Different and strange A horror and that won't change.
Every morning, while I was getting dressed, I imagined my heart in front of me, I poured all of my feelings and emotions straight in, And sealed them tight with a padlock, What good are emotions, I...
#household. Life seems like it has gone away,. It fades out of reach, in a shade of grey,. My mind is thick with dripping black paint,. Holding me down, an oily restraint,.
Fill my head with words And a story let it tell Of my sad and lonely life Mainly spent in hell.
My release from prison. Was a fresh start for me. The people I'd meet. The places I'd see. I quit all my drugs. I gave up the drink. It wasn't as easy. As you'd like to think. I met this woman.
I use to do pills. I use to smoke weed. It turned me nasty. Full of anger and greed. I use to drink beer. More than you'd think. No matter how many. I still wouldn't sink. I use to pinch cars.
The wind swifts his hair back and forth, the way he walks makes him seem like such an innocent child, yet sins as much as the devil would.
Three o'clock in the morning. You don't even know why you're still awake. And suddenly, deep inside, something, triggered a few days ago, pushes the carefully installed dominos of your personality.
Me and my three cats are in our sunroom, the rain is making a peaceful sound when hitting the roof. It is warm. It is dark. I had my green tea already and I brushed my teeth.
Lost in apathy and giving in to ease, an eternal hole inside so painful it brings a grown man to his knees.
On this balmy July evening, I wonder Could I love you more. Or thank you for finally showing me Just what my heart is for.
I cut my hair, Change its colour, Red, blonde perhaps blue, Maybe get a tattoo. New job, New car, New country, Just trying to find me.
There are four of us in that photo frame, Four of us smiling out At a world we cannot see, Yet we smile past those doubts.
She sits alone and wonders why, the tears are falling when she doesn’t cry. The feelings are strong, but the numbness has set in.
“The person who loves you has picked you out of the great mass of uncreated clay which is humanity to make something out of, and the poor lumpish clay which is you wants to find out what it has been...
Your skinny waste my hands will grip, I'll brace my palms against your hips and lift you up to the fading sun. Soak it up into your skin, lets shoot some pool I'll let you win.
@ggxbabe scaredy hair cut girl challenge Her hair was long,almost down to the floor She would be tripping over it if it grew any more She desperately needed a major haircut So why is she hoping...
I still remember the first time I saw you. Before I knew enough to be looking for you. I remember you walking into the classroom with your friend. And wondering what you both were like.
Well. I left my husband just over a month and a half ago.