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.