If I die, let it be on a Sunday. Monday is no good, because I always see you on Mondays. Tuesday, on the other hand, is the day I recover from …
At the bottom of my heart sits you. Waiting patiently Hoping continuously Begging profusely Eating me alive with your cries. …
I am a lover of red But then, There are other reds. The ones I hate. The ones whose waves alone are big enough to knock me down …
You are special. And not in the kind of way mums tell all their kids they are special. Or the way your best friend tells you, you are special when yo…
To Tony…. At this moment, everything is perfect You are lying next to me Naked and sweating I am lying next to you Na…
In honor of Machine Gun Kelly’s Bloody Valentine, it is only fair that I write something bloody. And, besides, a holiday regarding a certain St…