The Root Your accusations are the root of my existing problems You make assumptions that the thing i buy are for your stepwife Thanks dad for supporting me in what i love to do If $25 is the difference between my happiness and my selfishness Then let it be But if you think at any point that im going to spend money on her happiness over mine your blatantly wrong

Symbols Of Love A hot summer day and that one scent lingers on his shaven top lip We move in closer with no specifics We embrace in our normal symbols of love The one way it always tends to bother me I yearn for change adventure and variety Why must this action become such a bore Yet somehow everytime he touches that one sensitive area my fave turns pink Flustered or other feelings cannot describe what comes from the action im bored with. Yet we continue sternly continue

Pretend Tears stream like deep pits of mud What the fuck. Venting would cause deeper pits Not venting would cause emotional freeze What the fuck Disappear into a tranquil sleep Pretend like it didnt happen Pretend.