Poems from Panacea
The only thing nostalgias done is back stab me a thousand times.
Reminiscing.
Only regrets remembered.
Only pain to fill the void and only...
Six foot eigth inch man.
Protein shake with each meal man.
400 squat every other day man.
300 bench each and every day man.
Callouses...
I got a backyard full of fantasies and I'll admit I have a couple weeds but if you saw my backyard. You'd be left in awe. Just beauty in...
Rice.
Girl you are hot like rice. Sticky and sweet. Nice and red hot. Thin and savory. How ever you are served you come hot and ready. You...
If i could be your clothes, I'll hang over your bones.
Every hour, every day.
I can be your invisible cloak when anxiety reigns the day...