The Way Her Hair Falls

She's a bit twisted in her thinking Doubting everything she hears Everything she sees Even those things she has touched. Sins seem to move mountains Yet all good deeds are ignored.   Attached like an umbilical cord To those who do not represent Either who she is Or what she stands for. Why make important...

Train Wreck

I've been told Many times, From friends Family People I respected How much Of  train wreck I am How impossible It is To love me, To be with me. I would love One person To prove all of that Wrong.