This is all beyond you
Candles lit after midnight
I always seem to forget the parts
No one ever notices
Limited edition
My poems are bruised
My heart is always in battle
My mind tends to always lead
Poetry
Red wine
Jazz tones within me
Chapter 78
I often think that the night is more alive
I know I have friends
But I feel like I have no one to talk to about
The **** that goes on in my head