There's a wandering tear in my eye waiting for your next goodbye you cry rivers of rain that water your clay-potted pain and scream at people who can't hear you turn away the people who want to heal you Portland spills her pity on your face every drop one more memory to erase I lay in your bed, offending cigarette in hand and force you to listen to some obscure band waiting for the revelation to hit you that I've only ever been there within you a dream you've somehow created but when the sun came up, never really faded I feel cheap with my blood-red lips embarassed of the thickness in my hips hoping you're not looking too closely and praying you somehow still notice me through the self-enveloped fog of confusion that's turned your life into one big illusion I flick an ash upon your black-hole sheet and the tear in my eye admits it's defeat.
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
A passionate and poignant memoir written by a woman whose life has been guided by the words: "I am here to learn how to love well." The book is a deep examination of relationships, family, motivation, and honoring of the Self.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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