Perhaps you have a faucet in your eyes.And people twist it.Emotions you recognize. But not explain or apologize.And so they call you,cry baby.For your tears and eyes oh so blue. You've lost all your friends,that's true.You tell yourself, it's them,not you.Because...

I hate sexting.We used to love sexting.I thought I’d give it another try.I sent her a text that goes like this:“My back is hurting me, I need a massage.Do we still have some massage oil?Or shall I buy some...