March 2011
February 2011
I can smell your cologne,
and it’s so unbearably hard.
“I have no armour left. You’ve stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me...”
“When it shines like gold, you’ll remember me.”
I can’t even dream of you, for when I wake up they’re just nightmares.
A few times in my life I’ve had moments of...
The Obama Administration will no longer defend... →
