Lost, looking to be found.Not by anyone else, just looking for myself.Don’t look for me, I’ll find my way.So will you, sometime somewhere,when the time is right. ,

I need youAnd a cigarette The difference is I have apacket of cigarettes in my pocketBut I don’t have you coiled up in my lungs If I could, I would rather have you in my pocketand the cigarette far away

Picture Perfect?

In the peacefulness of the evening, she sat at an old little restaurant sipping away on her glass of wine while sitting beside the love of her life. People sat in the sand while watching the sun disappear into the water. The view mesmerized her. The waves broke gently along the beach. The setting sun blazing up the... Continue Reading →

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