17 Years Young. NYC-Bred, NorCali living.

Into a whole lot..including {Art & Photography}, Designing, Rhyming, Singing, Graffiti,
Late Night Adventures, Kicks, and Film.

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I’ll have to admit I’ve been cheating on you.

Ideas are cheap and abundant. What is of value is the effective placement of those ideas into situations that develop into action.
— Peter Drucker

Falling through his grasp,
He left her breathless..
Hand along her chest below her necklace,
Breathless to a point at which her chest hurt,
Weak across the knees and feelin nimble
Impossible to leave, she heaved,
heavy breathing, mattress squeezed
singing a foreign jazz as he slow-kissed upon her neck
Mind wrecked and checked by false affection,
Yet..she could ask for nothing more
So he kept on asking, she kept givin’ in to him..
Like a blessin’ sent from heaven
He was poison to her..
Inside her now,
And now she was addicted..
Inflicted by a virus
She was sickened
in the head for him..
Mind intertwined with a heavily hit heart
Nowhere near close to comin’ part..
She was close to death
but she loved it as she heaved on..
She couldn’t come close to withdrawin
Fragile in the soul for him
Sadly struck by cupid’s bloody arrow..
She was a star
But now she was a zero..
She was once an angel
But that was more than worlds beyond of thinkin past the
chick who once lived rather than simply existed..
It was plain jane obvious
That she was in love
and he was in lust..
But she never realized thisĀ 
at least passed the thrust..
He was her poison
He was her love
He was her addiction
and she was just a telephone call of a fuck..

I just can’t help but feen for that warm type of loving embrace when in bed all throughout the night til morning.

I miss that feeling.

Nobody in this world likes to be alone.

butcherthebaby:

oh my GOD
LMFAO

butcherthebaby:

oh my GOD

LMFAO

(via abacat)




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