Daar is rook in my longe, ek blaas uit nog n puff. Ek is slimmer as die groep, ek verly jou soos dit my pas. Jy dink jy gaan my vang, ek laat jou dink jy kan. Ek weet hoe om die situasie te manipulated, Dis al hoe mens survive. Continue reading So is dit.
I will smoke some, I caress a leave with my finger. I can feel the colour I long for only touching A nother leave. Continue reading Puff
You are probably my next inspration. Continue reading You are probably my next inspration.
Daar is altyd n muggie in my wyn glas, as ek te lank vat om my volgende slukkie te vat, dis net rooi wyn, wit wyn like hulle nie, maar ek hou van rooi wyn en hulle wil altyd daarin swem. Jy lag seker nou, maar as ek eers moet vis vir n muggie voor ek n slukkie kan vat wil ek somer kwaai word, … Continue reading Rooi wyn
Lets play a game, while the dragons are at play, Lets scare the monsters away, Pins and needles and a doll, love the color of her hair, got it from a brash you see, cauldron boiling, with aromas of Lavender and Sade, to cleanse the mist away. Invite the shadows they love this game. We need a snail and two rat tails. Dancing around the … Continue reading Voodoo Magic Fire
I don’t like people much, I do like some. Most of all I love to laugh, believe it or not it’s better than any drug I have ever taken and I would choose laughter over that any day. I like stories with meaning, I like you when you tell the truth, I can feel it when you speak. Life is hard and life has many … Continue reading I am just to afraid to ask.
via The little Mouse and a piece of cake. Continue reading The little Mouse and a piece of cake.
To be honest today every little bit of kindness or any positive thought I had left for you, walked out of the door, now you are just someone I used to know. I burned everything you gave me 4 months ago all your letters i burned. I still had it in me to think kind towards you, but now I am blessed to … Continue reading I really don’t like you.
I use to feel guilty and disgusted in myself, about what I did and how acted, but someone told me that I am not defined by my past, it was lessons I had to learn. To change I may have lost something good, just to gain something better. One thing I can I take with me is that you made me feel beautiful, for that … Continue reading Magic in the steps forward.
Broken people Broken hearts, I see it in your faces, so many of you. You lost your faith in life, and your trust in love. You are cold from the scars of pain, it dripping from your eyes, but you feel no pain. Emotions is for anger not pain, and you can’t feel anymore. Your soul is tired and life is cruel, you survived just … Continue reading Broken people
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