simply for the love of tales…
I cannot go, and come, and kill myself Hope – full I could be very imaginative; always stuck in my head plotting “My Perfect Life” (or at least that’s what I thought). Planning boat rides, hunting escapades, runaway relationships, coups, lunch, vacation with the kids. I’m sure you get the point. Three years ago, …
Betrayed I learned to embrace pain, I would be mastered by nothing. But yet you found a way to control the way I thought, always a step ahead scheming my demise. At least that was what my paranoid mind deduced. Every time I found an excuse to be with you, you had a reason …