I’d reach out to you but you're so **** crusty. I remember when you were colourful and full of life. I kept my distance because even then you were a *****...
The quill is the tongue of my very soul; dipped into the ink made of my tears. It matters not if my words are thorn to many; This Queen will speak and touch those special few.
"Though honey is sweet, do not lick it off a briar." -Irish Proverb Queen Lyn ***
