Texas Language is an art with so much power and beauty. Words can heal, injure, create and destroy. Poetry doesn't have to rhyme or follow a particular form, it only needs to resonate in the heart and soul of the one who reads it. 24 followers / 1.1k words
I'm slowly becoming a cynic People, human beings frustrate me. I've even begun to frustrate myself, Regrets pile on top of one another, and like inertia they can't seem to stop. It would seem I am human.