The sun is blue the moon is red My eyes reveals the new aged lies Where the tress are alive and the creatures dead. The night is warm and the

Suddenly I'm beginning to question my life's choices As tears travels away from my searching eyes My heart battles with my foolish and poor actions Wishing I could unbreak the

Sometimes I refuse the word and even ignore it. Maybe because it's the way it's delivered I like someone who can be romantic with the gospel Someone who can be

So I jumped on him and licked him on the neck, he got aroused forgetting his confidence as my father watched.Carressing him to detained tension, as his feeble moaning betrayed

11:14 pm I sat down under the deem light to write this tragic idyll My speech halts in love matters It's foreign nature may be the cause Love grasp drove