Charlee has my arm. She has my arm-my arm that’s rigid from pleasure, from her touch-in her little fingers. She holds my other one, too and she’s right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the rest of the strength from my body, and it escapes in a soft, breathy sigh.
James “Knockout Jimmy
And sometimes when I feel that much emotion, something inside of me just snaps.
He’s the light that guided me to where I am now, out of the darkness, out of despair.
I want to hear one more of your stories
Tangle up in your dreams, give up the fight
‘Pour one more glass of that wine
And I might not go home tonight…
It’s a matter of when I’ll stop fighting. – Duke
If love were human I would’ve set them on fire by now – a screaming blaze of smoke and flesh. I’d breathe in the blackness once more just to feel love’s destruction, its mortality filling in the hollow of my ribcage without a heart.
You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.
He thinks he’s comforting a friend after a bad breakup. Little does he know-he’s the one who’s breaking my heart.
You’re too young to be so old.