Written along the way

Giving it up To grow is to let go

Haunted memories

In some sick dream

Of pictures I didn't mean to take

Make no mistake

It's not always all about you

The ones you hurt

Are not so easily disposed of

Like a peice of garbage on I-95

 
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I adore the finer things.  I enjoy high-calibur people.  I love it when both things come your way once you believe.    All so approachable.   Surreal at moments but good energy attracts the finest of encounters.

I LOVE seeing people get what they deserve.
ON THE WALL
Addiction sickness lust.

Count it as a curse

There’s not enough highs in the world

Long days looking for you

Nights with what’s left

Count on me to come

To find you while you’re getting lost

Watch you and blow a kiss

I’ll bring the sun and

every moon you’ve missed

Since you’ve been gone

Counting shooting stars under the midnight sky