Roses are red and violets are blue Why does every love song remind me of you? Why can't I make my mind up and decide what to do I'm trying to write these songs I always end up writing about you I hope that you don't mind, sometimes I think about you And I wish I could press rewind Whisper in my ear, she send chills down my spine Some people travel across the world and still don't ever find This thing we call love, angel in my eyes Like you were send from up above (Like you were send from up above) Look, see I catch myself staring I hope you don't mind...

"The poetry I write are the feelings that I cry, the thoughts from my messed up mind, and so you Breath me though my poetry". #34 in poetry- 2/13/18 Covers by @darthowl

Wammy Awards 2018 // all categories closed. judging in process. // HR || #99 in Random

Is it all a dream? What is real and what is reality? For this group of people, reality is tested and their worlds are torn apart. They must choose to either run from their demons or embrace them. "It came at night. Like all other monsters do; it came at night. I was running once again, my legs hard and heavy beneath me. My breath came out in pants. My chest burned. My lungs cried for a break. But I couldn't stop." -------- A lovely, wonderful thanks to the awesome @CHBlackk for the cover photo! You're grand!