face to face,
with my future.
examining me,
judging me.
staring straight into the demonic soul i carry.
seems to be destiny sees me,
the realist of me.
there's no beauty in this heart
life has tortured and tormented.
bandaged and bruised
yet still not broken
and still beating.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
The more she smiled
The more he noticed
The more she looked
The more he saw
The more she fell into liking
The more he fell in love
For she was perfect
Within his eyes alone
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
For this time is awful to raise a son,
They're stuck in this confusion,
The ladies are stunned,
Yet men are shunned,
To seek beneath the sheets.
"Times are different son,"
But our life only comes from one,
The Woman.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC