01-04-2017, 03:39 PM
Damn. Now I know why I stopped writing poetry. Damn woman, you got some real control of that raging subtlety of yours.
You can't hate me more than I hate myself. I win.
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."

