Fill in the blanks. Your good at it.

Writing about you brings sweat in my brows that slowly porous.

Should I do or Should I NOT

My tongue is on my lips.


Making choice.

Ok. Seriously. Do not feel the same. Bitten lip. Alcohol . Thank you, Jesus ..sSips of salvation.

Can't stand you. Wish you would go away.

I do enough for you. I want to be free. I want to fly away on tequila sunrise....

Skipping beat in my whirlwind schedule. Trying like hell to not get lost in the shuffle.

Bending down and getting lost and found. Just to find  my own merry go round.

Getting respect and praise from others is like kiss from my mother. Joy to the heart not skipping beat. Your praise to me is like dancing on my feet.

I hate you. This time you didnt Win.

Tomorrow I take journey that no one should walk.

My falter are my own emotions.

I'm scared. Standing strong.

The word for what my Mother has I will not Utter.

Rubbing the head of Buddha.