Will learn to Tap Dance,eventually...Will have you broads Hula,definitely...Trust me,you'll see.

‘Do you know what a love letter is? It’s a bullet from a fucking gun. Straight through your heart.’

If I fail math, there goes my chance at a good job and a happy life full of hard work.

Living a life kept shut by a dream,
I'm reaching out to grasp my reality.
Hands of time wrap tight around my neck, and hit me so hard,
leaving me eyes black.
staring at a ceiling,
wondering why i never left,
penning words in a notebook,
wondering why haven't slept.
sanity is tapping in a cell
inside my fucking head.
begging for redemption
after hearing what was said.
the nights, they will not sleep
cause the days, have played for keeps.