I was his soul provider, His money maker When I made none Or little, He said I warranted pulsations He said I needed a scar And walked away Leaving a scar in my heart Right where blood flows for romance.

Love Is Stale!

Love is stale, it resides not in the heart of men, It's not as beautiful as it looks It's unsure, unfair, untrue It's not as the old when men ‎worked seven years for the heart of a woman Cherishing every step, loving every smell. Love is not as the old ‎when people cherished one another... Continue Reading →

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