Roamed Struggles: 4 of 6

Many lost and acquainted hearts, With long lost hope and trapped decisions, Claimed; Nothing good of any kind Happened after two o’clock in a morning Unfortunately, many habitants of that place Believed it, failing to accept a fact: If something was true, They never had to believe Those demented perverts lied And no, though it was already past two o’clock, In a morning, before noon I was not extremely intoxicated, Neither smothered, by my target’s looks, Or groovy vibes It was all true and happening, I felt it all; Through my two exploring fingers Sucked deep, into the treasure of … Continue reading Roamed Struggles: 4 of 6