Pennsylvania "all my little life, i tried to get it right, but no one hears when the kids cry, and most of our wounds never heal right." -riot 135 followers / 10.6k words
and she was in your sight long enough for you to know your place* your thoughts were captured in a box your finger wishing for another taste a perfect melody of two a broad memory of few
**my thoughts are captured in a box while i burn in hell for you
Yesterday a phrase popped into my head while I was working. It was, "the illusion of plenty." I work in a grocery store and everyday I am shocked at the number of people I see on foodstamps.
The US should stop worrying about foreign wars because people in our own country are losing the war against poverty.
Please, come closer I wish to feel you near So I can whisper Something in your ear. Three little words I call a secret, A commitment I don't dare to say But if you press on my heart You'll feel it anyway.
fingers write fingers work fingers type fingers in skirt fingers chewed fingers picked fingers blue fingers make me sick fingers on hands not for holding fingers like guns always controlling fingers dig dig to the core fingers are not only just fingers anymore