You start a fight Bark and Bite You hit your friend He fell to the sand He gets up and runs Gets he gun Come back with his posse Acting all posse They shoot their guns Everyone runs Except for me I can’t see


She walks slowly over to him; the one full of contempt. His words raking her soul yet no sign of, relinquish here, her anger kept bound along with her sadness. The knife her true love always gleaming and poised for action. The knife always Obedient to her hands, slicing through the outer layers of his… Continue reading Slave