when i grow up,
not everything will be beautiful.
we, us, you and me, they won't be simple terms
but more like impossible math problems where
x= you and y= me,
z is all the times i have to derail a train
of thought, m is the number of times
i wish you were my last first kiss
and we'll throw n in there as that one
variable we don't fucking know
that keeps us from equaling us.
we'll end up making a very dangerous alphabet soup,
but leave out the vowels, they always tasted rather bitter
when we were children and i doubt that will change
in any future. i'll tell you a secret,
happiness can be a rather deceptive bitch,
especially when we
"For a thousand years"
For a thousand years.
Two Cold feet were walking on the dark pavement. Cigarette smoke lingered behind her as the ashes fell. The ashes in a heat of rage sent a flicker of its last defense and then slowly died out. She exhaled into the darkness, walking her lonely path in her purgatory.
"Damn it!"
Gerald Foyer cursed as the potato chips he was eating, spilled on his pants and seat. He proceeded to crumble the blasted bag, toss it to the passenger seat, and wipe the chips from his lap onto the floor. The car kept at a steady speed devouring the curvy asphalt.
"Ah fuck, they're bad for me anyways."
His high beams
she turns around and you kiss her. She then proceeds to kiss down you simultaneously taking off your belt and unbuttons your pants. As she gets down she brings it out and licks it. Her mouth is opened ready to take you head on. You anticipated this for a while. You stiff in her hand and she's teasing you, teasing you like you wouldn't believe. She licks around the head and then stops. You are at breaking point here. She opens her mouth yet again and places it around it. She takes the most biggest.............bite out of it she rips all the tissue blood is pouring out. Pain is all throughout your body now. What ever you do to try and stop her