Waiting for the news.
Something is going to break. I don't know what,
But it will.
Quietness filled blues.
The Earth will begin to quake.
My eyes are never shut.
My cursed pill.
Silence is golden but deafening.
The world is a cruel beast.
The clock continues to bleed,
as I continue to scream.
Everyone claims cash is king,
but I can only afford the least.
Who is going to do the deed,
and fulfill my greatest dream?
This is the hell I see When I close my eyes. A reflection of what's inside. I need an escape. Something to help me go to a world I would never know. Where is this good life? Where is my reward for the
Slight vibrations on the skin. Dancing fingers, travel. Light touch, rosey blush. Lips pressed against her breast. Caressed. Warm bodies intertwined. Bumps rise, down her spine. Warm breath soothes he
I wrote a poem it sucks I showed my buddy he hated it The rhythm is completely off it doesn't even flow and there are no rhymes. It even ends in the middl