Scandalous, money greed and lust
In this trife life, there ain’t nobody you can trust
Feelings are just visitors, let them come and go.
my heart is aching again
If flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after winter passes, so can you.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.
Women Improve The World
bruh, it feels sooo good when the level of thirst is mutual.