I would run home To pump him oxygen With my quill I would rush towards my desk To draw around him With my ink I would paint his picture With my sweat I would build his castle With my breath When I was fourteen He was my friend When I was fourteen He was my… Continue reading The Tale of Vince Morrow
Peach bras hanging from branches Straight strong hard branches Lace lingerie covered by mud Nasty dirty sticky mud Wild wild wind over the moors Mischievous smirks under the mountains Strength of steel my fresh oxygen Tenderness of charm your natural nutrition Copyright © MW Concepts 2015. All rights reserved.
I wore a heavy broken heart on my sleeve Crimson blood dripping to the earth beneath Black roses grew and blossomed Anywhere I was present I must have wandered too long I must have got my heart too broken Black roses are everywhere Black roses are counting into the millions Was I seeing it right… Continue reading The Heartbroken
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The pain will fade The gain will stay It’s not about what you’ve lost It’s about what you’ve got Copyright © MW Concepts 2015. All rights reserved.
You think you’re different You’re the same You think you stand taller You’re but another human being Copyright © MW Concepts 2015. All rights reserved.
Every look you give Every word you say Like flying sword Like piercing needle Every tik Every tok Like sinking to the bottom of a bottomless ocean Like falling to the bottom of an endless valley Copyright © MW Concepts 2015. All rights reserved.