The words I want just won't come out It's like there is a road block on my tongue And I feel my face heat up My heart is in overdrive Even with my mind shutting down Then I just stop Mid- word, mid- sentence It doesn't matter anymore My whole point is lost... Continue Reading →
Worst Roommate
You are like the cockroach That infested my first apartment I knew what you where But I had no way Of getting rid of Nor the funds to move on -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 