

Freestyle for August19Maybe I'll just leave tonight And you know, let you think. I'll be outside on the porch Inhaling and exhaling greenFreestyle for August19
You know, to help the pain and frustration To induce better concentration. I hope that this time alone will give you the time you need To think about me And what it is that you need. It or me? Because you see I am here for the big picture Someone to want all of me in abundace Not just it. I am a big package of love, care, and humor. Thick thighs, heated sex, and assholic ways or answering a simple question. Just to name a


scream.scream.scream.
I want to scream. I want to scream until my lungs collapse. I want to rip open every self inflicted scar open To see the blood Just to make sure I am alive.
I want to scream in your ear And you not react because you can't hear me. I want to make a fool of myself So you can laugh in my face Instead of behind my back like you always do.
I want to cry so you can say, "I knew she was weak" So you can feel good about your damn self. I want to cry because my freedom rest within my tears I want to scream about how short tempered I am. And


ache.My feet ache from all that damn marching. My eyes ache from fighting to look at you. My soul aches for attention. My thighs ache to be caressed.ache.
My mind aches from the cancer. My heart aches from the lack of...whatever My trust aches because it wants to have at least one person. But I won't let it....
My chest aches from the fear. Of forever Of tomorrow Of losing.
My love aches from being put through the shredder Over and over and over... again..............
My mirror aches from having to look at me. My pen a


BusyI'm not busy. I'm here at the computer. I'm just not wanting to talk. Right now, I'd rather sit and wonder why I'm alone. Or look at other pretty people and wonder why I don't have Enticing eyes and seductive lips, Instead of untamed skin and too wide hips. No I'd rather sit and write sad shit Because nobody undertands me but my Bic.Busy
I'm not away. I'm just listening to jazz music. Picturing love and lust combined into one Flowing out of Rick Brauns trumpet or Kenny G's horn. Knowing that I won't have that any time soon. Because I'm either too intimidati
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Give me a bullet..... send me a sign.... because tonight....is that night that we die
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Make the hair stand
Up on your arm
Teach you how to dance
Inside the funny farm
Not alone, I'll be there
Tell me when you wanna go
"Don't Forget Me"
--RHCP
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