Dimples; The Marks Of The Fairies

    Dimples; the marks of the fairies Their love touched upon the very faces Chosen to endure above the others Dimmed, but remaining vague traces Magic’s residue upon your life Nature knowing what is true Selected to be special Out of all the woods, they settled upon you

I’m Not Good At Keeping Secrets

I’m not good at keeping secretsMy face said all that needed to be saidI’m judging all the stupid peopleI refuse to be soft & cuddly instead We have too many selfish peopleIn a time of catastrophe worldwideWorried about their own cabin feverNot the repercussions of this time & tide I called you a fucking moronButContinue reading “I’m Not Good At Keeping Secrets”