uugh I love them so.must be my bipolar disorder.people think I'm krazie cause I love black roses!
These are poems from the heart. They might make you cry, they might make you smile, they might pull at your heart strings, they might take you to forgotten places.
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Zavier and Jewels sat quietly as the Hummer cruised slowly through the late night traffic. Jewels glanced to his father, "He'll never allow anything to happen to you. You do realize that?" Jewels said flatly. And I will never allow anythi