Hey squashhead
See that blood on your lip
It's not from a fight
It from a fight you
Are going to have
With cancer
A fight
You mostly not win
If you keep on freaking smoking
That blood is from your damaged longs

As the light hit s the out line over her face
Just by the outline
That this is
A tortured
Soul both
Spiritually
And physically
For she
Had childhood trauma in her life
But as broken as she is
She tougher than leather
Ans wants to live life

Try learning that
You very first love
Is druggie
And has ***
When she used to be so brilliant
And loving
And full of life
When you two had
So much in common
That is pain
Right there.

You want to know about pain
Try going to sleep
Having nightmares about
Your trauma

You want to know about pain
Try waking up to
The flashbacks
Of the physical
Torture
You endured

Want to know about about pain
Try having people trigger you


Try living with it all your f*cking life

Don't
Let
Your
Colours
Fade
Away
On
You.

My loving Hill
My sweet heart, I cannot wait to start and finish med school. So we can be together both as lovers and coworkers. Two pathologists, two persons one soul.
I hope that your kisses taste as sweat as your sound.

Your lover
Starry

Love has come and gone
The trust is fleeting
Like blossoms
On a tree
How can I tell witch is
Loving fact
Or hurtful lie
When you betray
Our love
I am like seasons
I come in phases
And I know that I will find
Another in the spring
Sorry.
Most
move
on.