I want to sin differently, Not being picked up by men in flashy cars, And get two minutes of what they call fun, As my rent arrears get cleared. I want to sin differently, I want to be clothed, In black stockings and heels, A black skirt and shirt, As fake pearls dangle from my … Continue reading

Dreams

this is not a dream, me and you never will, of days when sanity invaded, memories we created.   it is not a dream,  when all i see is pain, naked bodies drained, lies becoming truths.   it is not a dream, when a lump is all i feel, that place you used to be, … Continue reading Dreams