brittyaa
Sometimes I wanna shootout. I wanna grab a blade and stick it in someone's gut,ya know? Like how life sticks it to you when you least expect it. I'm going to make my life better than that.
Forward and back...the implosions wrap around the neck and force life out of the being. Let the fettered child lay in the path of suffocation. A path on the eve of destruction.
Fine and slender;smooth and sacred. The fabric lingered on her body only caressing the contours of her body. I couldn't help but fall in love with her that day.
In the forest I live. sweeping the grass away watching for the trees to grow. Spring; my heart and joy the world I know. I live for the forest and the flowers-the life of nature in full.
Swinging left to right in this dim-lit room. I sit and wait for her to show her face. The face of the woman who took me away from all that I knew and brought me here to this Hell for torture. What is her name,you might ask....I'll never know.
He left on the first day of march. my heart was sore and my tongue was dry. He and I were much more than what it appeared. My own thoughts are skewed by this man. He and I were much more than what it appeared. So much more. If only I knew where he were now.