No Value

is it still a joke now?

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

Rhythm (Poetry Book)

Blood is red, Sad is blue My heart is broken Thanks to you My heart is bleeding it has a crack, and it really, really wants you back.