jonathanrrclarke
I'm writing this on here because I know she doesn't have or will never get this app. I really miss the way we used to be key. It's killing me inside. I just want to hold you and cuddle you again.
A caricature of abjection Himself broiled within - The weight of disease, Crushing lungs and heart. Unrecognisable even To a mother except - Those brooding eyes, Hooded like cobras. Triumph decayed rust Neglected and forgotten - In a H…
How did the rain fall - When James Dean died? Did it fall sideways Like a wingless eagle; Lost to clutches of stars? Where did the beauty go - Miss. Monroe thought, As cocaine and fame Consumed her face Hollowed and devoured; Like a muscl…