We all knew he liked her.We probably knew before hedid himself.We saw it in his eyes,the way he looked at her,the way he spoke of her.It was obvious.Age didn’t matter – there was a sparkle in his eyes as he spoke of their future.Children that we were,we laughed and teased.But in the inside we were... Continue Reading →

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

At this very moment,Millions of humans are making love,Fiery passion, and infinite bliss. Many who make itWill reproduce, making a new heart,Full of energy and grit These little beating heartsWill grow, mingle, and make moreAnd more love, driving up the charts. So, why is it still so well-knownThat among usSo little love is shown? Indeed,... Continue Reading →

Untamed

The thing he loved most about her was not that her heart had no scars, but that she had turned them into something beautiful and fierce. She wore them like tattoos on her body telling her story, a story too untamed to be spoken.

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