Should I be referred to as vain, or maybe egocentric? Nope, Listen, I’d rather be called superbly narcissistic. Always thinking that everyone is pulling
Nothing is quite as classic as a man with a gun and his hound, patiently waiting for nothing, sitting in the duff without a sound/
Warm flowing river water gets pulled up into the sky forming clouds to which helps the mountain tops hide past rainstorms cut stone that made
Recharging Strutting around in a hotel robe Mesmerizing Attracted to little complimentary soap Intoxicated clean, cold sheets against my skin Heavenly aroma of the 6oz
As the leaves will begin to turn burnt, golden, and browned, I begin to feel cold in my soul watching them spill to the ground.