Once he got home, Roy was so angry that he told his wife Dale Evans that he was going to go back with his riffle, find that darn mountain lion, and shoot him.
تپا درخشندگی چهرهاش را نبینم...و بعد پشیمانتتویی برداشتم و آینه روی دیوار را پوشاندم
با او را مجازات کنم برای فراموش کاریاش
گه سمت چپ میبرم
بل ارکیده را از سمت راست خانه برمیدارم
خا آمیزهای از گلاب و لیمو
دندهام میگیرد که میخواستم هوا را بخاطرش پاکیزهتر کنم
ادم...
25 came around and I came to the realization at some point i had gotten almost eveything i had wished for an then some. Notably money. Nowadays im 27, own a house, fancy cars, nice weekend toys. I havent struggled for money in such a long time and cant reme
YIou have bestowed unto me a duty to create. am a poet. I write until my fingers grow stiff and cramp, articulating each wretched sentence carefully. I am a poet because I need a voice. Yet I need you.
Eenjoy your misery.syes cursed open, mouth sealed shut.
etationed at the bottom for eternity
bngrossed in your favorite activity : gawking (into me)
dut you pay them no mind
eeper with the neiads, they already roam ‘round you