A hopeless romantic, always looking for someone they can trust, sometimes too hard even for their own good.
Even when common sense tells them to stop, drop and just takes things and crop, them out of their existence from their life's meaning.
All the while you looking back from that piped crack, the bad always gets you going and going into a pit full of vipers, ready to eat you out of a diaper.
Its no wonder how you get so attached, in the distance you looking back at the instance, thinking of all the moments we wrapped up in pride leading all the way till you all cried.
How we all wish things get smooth for all the wrong reasons, burning with fire like death and negative lesions, we feel like its a part, like a bad heart needing to be torn apart.
This little prose practice is dedicated to to 