Apostasy
You are the place where my faith dies. You are that unforeseen bend on the road the edge of the …
You are the place where my faith dies. You are that unforeseen bend on the road the edge of the …
I just wanna be with you. This thought just leapt up and out of the immediate tangibleness of copyright documents …
Your poetry is my weakness my guilty indulgence my secret shame like closet alcoholism I lock myself in my room …
He’s 43 years old and still believes that love is the greatest force on earth he’s gone through a turbulent …
Time unwinds the gritty layers of bad dreams and spoiled expectations coiled around our hearts and hopefully you also see …
I’ve been asked a few times I always said no but I’m asking you can you be the Kenny Lattimore …
Your books of poetry traveled 14 hours by air just to get to me I had a mind to line …
The air is charged with promises of what’s to come and there’s a secret encrypted in the opacity of the …
Before my faith runs out never to be recovered I have to do this before I stop believing that miracles …
I am standing face to face with ecstasy in her eagerness to come over me and become me studying her …