something i wrote in may...putting it up basically just so i can get points haha


you lay with her and fight back tears, remembering all your "wasted" years. The ones that you assigned a name about you and me and our little game. Look down your empty filter of the root that you call home. You will find your dulling, silent, little red glow, tied all pretty in a capillary bow. What the hell makes you think you can do that? Desires of the flesh is what brings you to tears everyday. Let go of her now, don't fuck her up too. She knows deep inside, I have your heart, soul, and you.
Unknown "trot trot" Sparkling - 16 years, 10 months, 10 days ago