No desprecies la memoria de quien con dolor sincero, te sembró en su propia entraña como un fruto verdadero. Llevas su latido hondo,
She touched my soul, brought life into my lungs, gave birth to my creativity and loved me unconditionally. She was my hero,
You are loved by the man. You are in his hands. No hair can they touch.Women thou art loosed. You don’t have to take that abuse. He’s touched with the feeling of your infirmity.By his s...
the doctor says, you have three mo… in your vital organs, the cancer s… since you found out what kind your… you became so hopeless your love ones can’t afford for yo…
They wanted someone with an unstab… They asked for a person who could… They wanted someone who suffered b… They begged for a writer who could… This person is full of love god m…
Love came knocking at my door, So very late Quarter pass four. It was so beautiful
Oh, could I draw, my friend, thy… Just as the living forms by thee d… Of Raphael’s figures none should… Nor Titian’s colours longer last… A mind in wisdom old, in lenience…
It’s hard to picture life without… You engulf me in your misery and b… You try to make me end my life. Yet, you are so familiar, so comfortable.
I’m searching for my heart is it lurking under the floor boards Has it sunken far, far away from me
In the beginning There is only breath In the end, there is only breath In between, world exists, and is g… All that is transitory, all that i…
You need not call at the Inn; I have ordered my bed: Fair linen sheets therein And a tester of lead. No musty fusty scents
your pulse pounds with ice, your heart shatters from the sun, I wonder what froze you in the fir… was it sadness or bitterness was it too much joy and happiness
i don’t want to ruin your night i don’t want to always seem broken always bringing you sadness that y… soon you will be tired of it i am not as fun or interesting as…
SERENITY. The cool breeze blows through my h… Murmuring sweet nothings in my ear… Thinking back, I realized it’s ti… One step closer.
Hi! My name is Tom, I used to think t… As I AIT and write this I’m cur… I grew up kind of rough, I’m the… Grew up not believing in god, not…
When I close my eyes, I see a ch… My mind wanders to an unchartered… My body comes to life beneath an… Speaks affection to a different ma… Could my slavery to unrequited l…
I breathe a heavy sigh, Choke back a stream of tears. It seems a part of me still dies, Even though it has been two years. Your blue eyes vivid in my dreams,
On the road to Jericho Mark the stricken one, Moaning in his agony, Prone beneath the sun. Prone beneath the blazing sun,
