Games
Everyday I play games in my head
Bad senarios going over and over again
I never win
Will I find my substance
Or will I fall for the ticks in my head
It's not Halloween these trick don't come with treats
How can I treat myself like a toy
I want to be a man but fear I'm still a boy
Wednesday 5th April 2017 8:50 pm
Morning
Waking up with the morning sun
To meet my beauty
Her soft skin and wild eyes draw me in
The sun wraps around her
Like a shield from the dark
We share a long gaze
Our lips touch
I wish they never part
Wednesday 5th April 2017 1:07 am
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