20 years young, living in the middle of the hot state of Florida.
I look at you to feel alive. I look at you to feel pain, the pain of knowing I’m alive. I don’t want to be alive, but I’m still here, I know.
By Angel5 years ago in Poets
I wish I could go back and see you for the first time. See your shining, glimmering face, the face I fell in love with. The man I see now is the man that told me to “ Change the subject “ when I cried out “ I LOVE YOU.”