As she walks gently across that path of broken glass, carrying her regrets in a brown paper bag; the wind blows through her blood soaked hair.
She fakes a smile for the 1oth time today
Nobody wanted you there, nobody cared.
The open arms of lies came to life, clouded her jaded mind.
The rejection was built so she moved on to another, the placement of a a pawn.
My Interests
I have many.
I'd like to meet:
No one.
Music:
Movies:
True Romance, Pulp Fiction, Batman Begins, others...
