Another hit
Chasing that high
When does it become too much
In the case of some
Not until
They
Are
Six
Feet






Under

Her ink adorns the page
Artistic ink adorns her skin
Visceral words, beautiful soul
No words to describe her eloquence
That haven't been used before.

Due to her I'm inspired again
From the beauty of the poetess
Words, mind, soul, look.
A.M
She's got it all.

You're shouting at shadows
Expecting witty response
When the only shadow following you
Is the one of your former self.

The one who loves you like I did
The one yet to see the real you
The one who broke my heart

I've said it once and I'll say it a million times.

Immaturity is the key too eternal youth

Fragility of the glass heart that shatters into pieces, to be mended one day, by the owner itself. Then trusted with in the hands of another.

I have no belief in Heaven
But I'm living in Hell

So beautiful those ruby red lips
They leave kiss stains on your mind