Hot tears burn her cheeks while she drives, She can't hold them back any longer, Alone in her loneliness, She cries in stoic silence,
By Teresa Nash8 years ago in Poets
I sit here and I wait, While I contemplate, The meaning of things, All things alive, The need to strive, The heartache and pain,
I wake up in the morning With throbbing lips of power Moistening my panties Sweet nectar from my flower Dreams still swirling in my head
The night calls your name, And you can't resist, Vodka and crack, You know you are better than this, You take a big swig,
