For Sale Even the sweetest of touch, feels like fire. Desire coupled with her sign, girlfriend for hire, She renders herself a sophisticated prostitute.
By Shaterrica Sampson6 years ago in Poets
His heart was beautifully crafted in a world where good men didn't exist And in the midst, his heart was tattered by women more accustomed to being battered than
The girl who met heartbreak, swore she'd never love again. Because her love could only be defined in the faces of men Who swore they'd do better than the last man did.
I've mastered the art of being alone. Love is a step into foreign soil, and Relationships equate to consistent turmoil. Your very touch hurts,
