You say im hard to read, but how is that when im a open book. Still you say you can't see standing on the castle wall. My heart on my sleeve, because i want it all out in the open, the air not empty, you can feel the emotion. Im tired of all the bull shit, and your full of it, it comes out of your mouth everytime you talk. Yet it so hard to just turn away, and walk. You can't help who you love, i think i know how they feel, the ones who hated their parents growing up. They didn't raise them good, just good enough. But later in in life, come to find they wouldn't trade them no matter what, flaws and all. Alittle or alot, its strong, that Love.
I love how you play with
I love how you play with language twisting words, phrases, expressions and their meanings.