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To someone retired, can you end with happy holidays? Remember, they have assured you they are thoroughly enjoying t
NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST SAY GOODBY NO ONE ANSWERS MY POST NOT EVEN THE GHOST NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST GO AWAY BUT BEFORE
SO SAY THAT I SHOULD MARRY. I SAY ITS WAY TO LATE. SOME SAY I NEED A WARM WOMEN TO KEEP SAFE AT NIGHT. I LAY ALONE IN
I will hold your hair back when you vomit Hand you tissues when you cry I—ll laugh with you and share your grief Un
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting i
Don't you ever think That when you are away I do not have you in my mind Cradled in my hands Beating with my heart
What causes an honest man to tell a bold face lie? What causes a heartless killer to sit in a 6x9 cement confine and
I slip a white hand reverently over the calm glass of the water Palm out my fingers gently stroke the surface, breaking
AS YOU CAN SEE I WILL WEAR THIS LOOK LEFT. WHAT WILL THE REST OF YOU WEAR. PERHAPS PIGIONPIE CAN GO AS 4 & 20 BLACK BI
W hat if i told you under the cool calm exterior there's a passion and desire that burns deep within what if i o
A mother a wife wronged by her service
Wronged by her body, her weak strength
Wronged by a man whose world blindfolds his eyes
The dazzle and river of indulgence dims when he enters his house
The children tremble with every scream
That which birthed their very souls was in anguish
Helpless sweaty with fear of the monster they had known to love
And now fear
Relentless and merciless
His hands sound off the drum that was her body
Her spirit numbing trying to reconcile and reason
So that the path, the journey she has found herself on
Maps out to the one she began twenty years ago
This moment, these moments will live on as if being played repeatedly
In the back of the minds of the little boy and little girl
Into their maturity, exposed to worldly harmonies
The screams, the beats, the sweat engulfs their thoughts on any union
Between themselves and any other
The boy, now man sees his father in the mirror
And the girl, the mother
Afraid to love because their first loves burnt into cinders
Branded their hearts forever