pits in the path we walk with heart in hand

thought I could love her until she told me about Him thought my search was done but she tried to sell me Amway the end of the path was in sight she ruined it all by moving away it was all too good to be true until it wasn’t good, or true anymore I couldContinue reading “pits in the path we walk with heart in hand”

funky peaches

painted flesh tries covering all tainted brain of society’s gall ears listen not to what it preaches jaded girl of circumstances moment’s glory merely glances time will not repair those breaches dirty thought but clean intention wants to talk but will not mention what has got her mind in stitches satin lips so soft andContinue reading “funky peaches”