Love Trapped in Hate
Remember when our Relationship was like the game of Tennis/ When love meant nothing When every hello or hi said...
Me in 4 Nutshells.
Remember when our Relationship was like the game of Tennis/ When love meant nothing When every hello or hi said...
Like an alcoholic confessing his sins to a toilet bowl I’m ready to let it all out And Run my...
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So here I am. . .after over a year of not blogging. Not that I haven’t been writing or lacked...
I could decide to pick a prostitute and “sex” it away I could decide to get a wrap of ganja...
I cry When the chips fall off my shoulders When I put up a cowardly bold face And there is...
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When I’m hurt. . . I’m..hot. . . I’m lost… In thoughts… Every hair strand on my body gets dreadlocked…...
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