My life's diary
is not being written
just by me

In spring when everything alive
and nature call to me of peace.
Nature call to me in every
breeze and silence.
God speaks
in nature.*

Тадеус

two, three, four shots of ***** ;
a bucket of tears,
and a heart in pieces later;
i was at your door.

begging on my knees for a love never once given
----- only taken.

perhaps it's because of the alcohol running through my veins that lead me there.

perhaps it was because i still love you.

*or maybe it's because i missed you the minute you walked away.