spilled ink.
a collection of my writing. #27 poetry (09/16/15)
***PRIVATE CHAPTERS: MUST FOLLOW TO READ THEM*** [BOOK 1 TO THE INMATE SERIES] [MATERIAL IN THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY!] "Stay out of trouble or you'll end up in prison with all those bad people." The same sentence my mother constantly told me until I was grown and on...
❝ i miss the way your name tastes like forbidden toxins on my lips. ❞ copyright - all rights reserved
I don't think anything really last. coffee cools cigarettes ends music stops and life simply goes, on. the only thing that really last is his touch. © 2O13 explain All Rights Reserved. ((SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING, I'VE BEEN STUCK ON WRITERS BLOCK FOREVER AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO))
i guess i'm afraid to admit that i miss the smiles laughs and long talks that i shared with you I wrote this two years ago, so it's full of mistakes and what not. If you continue to read, please bear with it.