Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.
Beautiful princesses and beautiful, strong queens are brainwashed into thinking ho’s and B****’s are virtuous titles.
I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.
I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.
The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.
You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.