Tag Archives: life
It’s Sunday night, and I only write poems on Fridays. This is a problem, because, there is a poem stuck inside, and though it’s near the surface, the next five days, are going to feel, like an eternity in hell, … Continue reading
And it’s Friday night, And i’m driving around, And “that song” came on, And suddenly it’s 2004 again, And he was going to be a rock star, And he played bass until his fingers bled, And his band became family, … Continue reading
I told you I liked you, that was probably my first mistake, but to be fair, your hazel eyes are paralyzing, and I shouldn’t be held responsible, for what comes out of my mouth, when i’m staring into them. Then, … Continue reading
The past is history. History repeats itself. Don’t let it. Instead, make your next chapter, one hell of a story!