poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
My fatherPink and White suit,Suited and booted to the nines,If I could have that 2.0 family I wouldthat stable family,but thats a fantasy Mine run between devils and deathNo in between,glimmers of hope reside,only to be thrown away by MagicI will always hide awayFind myself hiding They killed you of course,Its not a killing if […]