I am a bohemian free sprite, with a nasty need to romanticize everything. I have a foul mouth, and I say whatever I'm feeling. Censorship is boring. They're a huge chance, that I might just fall in love with you for a day, then move onto something else.
I am stuck in the past, loving truly, only things that are dead.
All the men that sing the songs of my soul, and the musical poetry of my heart are dead.
I try way to hard sometimes, but most of the times, I usually try to not believe that anything is worth while.
If you enjoy my poems, please tell me.
Some, ( Or most), will be explict.
Beware.
Welcome to my reality.
My naval is a portal to my being. It's a long hallway that goes no were.
Just, kidding. It's my hatching scar.
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I love the smell of dust.
I love things that are old.
I love old, dead, rock and roll singers.
I love walking alone, as the breeze gently glides my hair across my shoulders.
I love boys.
I love the 50's.
I love Elvis Presley.
I love the 20's
Clara Bow's a babe.
I'm Heteroflexible. I'm straight, but shit happens.
I'm a caffeine addict.
I love to love.
Emilie Autumn is the queen.
I am never the same person. I rotate like a confused marry-go-round.