Monthly Archives: August 2017
Bombarded by such information you find yourself shutting down and unable to respond
One day this will all be mine
Childhood living, is easy to do
Never drop a name
With each step, I felt like I could fall through the earth
Even after the final bell has rung; the ring is everywhere
Don’t be sad that it’s over, be happy that it happened
It’s funny how I could never cry, until the night when you passed by, hand in hand with another guy; dressed to kill. And look who’s dying
Leave them kids alone
My life is a hashtag 