I woke to where you fell asleep  on asphalt crumbled unfulfilled.  I walked the confines of that street,  my hands familiar with the wheel,  my ears familiar with the roar  of engine grinding piston speak,  the sounds before the...

her friends tried to warn her they said he's no good the stories they tell   paint a picture of fire and brimstone   but the way he speaks is oh so sweet they would talk for hours they...

I write all the time frustrated at all the worlds cries sometimes I wish they'd all disappear then i think... damn I'm one of those fuckers maybe I've been too harsh too standoffish but trying is also a bitch...