As the new year hovers, your heart darkens and your mind retreats into a place called the past
Skin precedes to sin, and all I see and foresee is an action that's akin to sweet, sweet sin.
Let's just go up a tree... chill and maybe just hang.
Dear lord we do not intend to question you, nor your plans oh Lord, but all we ask for is peace and love in times of turmoil... we children of a lesser God.
We all saw it, the large chunk of soil, as it came to hush us, to call us back to the earth from whence we came.
Dear Sofia, can I call you dear? My mamamia, please don’t shed a tear, in any manner, my future baby mama.
I still love her, pretty young Flora, since I first met her, when we were both young n taller.