Poetic Justice - Part 5 Poetic justice........ If I told you a flower bloomed in a dark room would you trust it? Every time i write these words they become a taboo, Making sure my punctuations right every letter sounds true, Im Living my #life in the clouds an that metaphor was the proof! Love is not just a verb you can call me crazy or insane, A fatal attraction is common but what we got in common is pain!

Poetic Justice - Part 4 They say communications save relations..... I can tell! I never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real......

Potetic Justice - Part 3 Better late than never, but never late is better. They say #life is money so we'll spend it together.....

Poetic Justice - Part 2 Good morning, Opuss! In the land of the fake reality, time plays tricks on you. One day you’re dreaming, the next, your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times. If only someone had told me. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned. My family goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy. I don’t know how I got here. But here I am, rotting away in the warm Scouse sun. There are things I need to figure out, for her sake, at least. The clock is ticking. The gap is widening. She won’t always love me “no matter what”, but I'll be there .....

Poetic Justice - Part 1 Never really all that interested, but I find myself telling her how beautiful she is anyway. ’cause it’s true – all women are, in one way or another. You know, there’s always something about every single one of you. There’s a smile, a curve, a secret. You ladies really are the most amazing creatures. My #life’s work. But then there’s the morning after. The hangover, and the realisation that I’m not quite as available as I thought I was the night before. And then she’s gone. And I’m haunted by yet another road not taken...........