Love… A puzzle will never be completed with only 499 pieces no matter how smooth the talk of a salesman, value still decreases Still, there’s nothing
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/
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.
How can this really be happening? why not, just a quick slap on the wrist? Up at the stand, I have no justification yet, you
You must lie in the bed, that you have made? Maybe that’s why I always slept on the couch. Made it easier to go,
Our fists clenched, shaking ’em at the sky, with a flood of irrational emotions, we cry. Damn this existence of human life’s brevity, We marvel