All the beautiful people. Love you. When life is pretty, and you give them what they want. When you are high and shy, and cry and mourn the shallow waters that they walk in. When you jerk and twitch and hitch up your seductive skirt to trail along after the silliness that they leave behind. … More Goodbye, Old Friend.
My eyes are as dry as my Whiskey glass. My chest is as hollow as the days gone past. My lips smile red, and my words lull you to sleep. But you are failing to see the secrets I keep. The lullaby i whisper, and the bows that I tie. The gift of sweetness, right … More ‘Cept When There is No Blood