I want to meet him.
Death.
The one who has taken
everything from me to keep.
We must be similar if we
love all of the same things.
My inspiration comes from many different avenues as I try to put words to people's feelings
I want to meet him.
Death.
The one who has taken
everything from me to keep.
We must be similar if we
love all of the same things.
"You can't paint a clock with mercury and not expect to lose your teeth." She said as I stood there with my jaw clenched hard...