gracesmiles
It's a revolt.
There are reds splashed across pristine whites,
there are tears staining crisp lapels,
there is lonely drenching broken hearts.
This is a revolt.
Where is the purpose?
Without an end, without a bend.
I never lend any of myself.
Not to a friend, don't care to amend.
Without a face, without a place,
She was gone, and no trace.
Time's a race, without any case,
I feel without.
I took a leap the other day. It was a leap into Mobile Bay. It wasn’t the smartest, but it wasn’t the dumb est, and about it, I have a LOT to say.
I’m grounded for two weeks, but at least I’m alive; and I met a beau ti ful boy with some gor geous eyes.
I hate water and I hate fish. I hate that leap into Mobile Bay, but it all turned out totally okay.