Sunday, 22 June 2014

Rolling Stone [Excerpt]

I Found Faith in the Sanctity of His Brown against My Pale Divinity...
Found Home in the Silence Whispering Between the Sheets...

I've Been Homeless for a Month Now.

Something I Forgot to Share

It's my fault that I never Showed You how Beautiful you Are. 
And so it's my fault that you will never know the meaning in it's Honesty....
It's Quite ironic because I never knew the definition until I met You; Not of Beauty and not of Truth.

It May be selfish of me to ask, but, Forgive me for the things I never Did?