"I don’t give away thorns and I don’t sell them" #poetry #Neruda
Probably not by posting on Instagram but whatever
Pink shirt, pink(ish) filter
I became a writer, a teller of tales, because otherwise I would have died… or worse.
From here on out, I am only interested in what is real. Real people, real feelings, that’s it, that’s all I’m interested in.
The town is filled with color and I am
Full with grey, how do I find myself in This space where I walk and decay, And the marrow feels thin, and the blood cold; Nearby cherry blossoms do not unfold- Nature curls up like I curl from the world.
The town’s full of color and I’m full of grey today
All original 1969 Gibson SG w/ the Bigsby #sosexy #gracedwithherpresence
Every poem was yours. Even when I thought it was for someone else, it has always been for you.
A woman sitting by herself is not waiting for you.
Cheating on anyone is deeper than people realize, it destroys their outlook on love, their future relationships and peace within themselves.