Curses and Invocations....
Sorry it's a little rollercoastery, I haven't written in a while.
Confusion is awful. Boys make me sad. Girls make me want to rip out my heart and hand it to them on a silver platter.
This poems is based on a very personal event that occured in my life, and how I felt afterwards.
not my art)
11.18.13.
cela fait 28 ans que je ne peux pas dormir sans mes Dolls!!!
what more can i say?
secret
This maybe the only one I post in this folder, I'll store the rest. Perhaps next summer I will get around to posting them.