a torrid set of emotions will disintergrate any soul for money. like the devil dancing out on a full moon with gypsies, vampires and wolves. it is though blood cascades down each vein like an empty station, rushing to the next stop. the fuel of such did spring from a grin of self rightcheous, then i did doubt, i did ponder, i did ache to hit the bitch. to make me feel worth nothing and more with that sleazy grin... how do many say of my worth when she looked straight thru me to her. she had bad wannabe messy hair and a shitty belt.
we both cried, me first of course. then her, little tears falling down to her mouth, so sweet.. so soft.. i wept.
"we'll sort things out" and held me in the street light so tight. it was like my Kurt Halsey postcard, only real.
we both cried, me first of course. then her, little tears falling down to her mouth, so sweet.. so soft.. i wept.
"we'll sort things out" and held me in the street light so tight. it was like my Kurt Halsey postcard, only real.
I feel at my age I should be able to offer some good advice, but love is not that simple eh!
Just got to go with your feelings, maybe a little less of the green-eyed monster
I think I'd better go and lie down for a bit.
XOXO
~JAx