Poems from abrianaq

Y generation are you really proud? Our principles and priorities do nothing but bring us down. We constantly talk about getting respect...
As I walk through these concrete New York streets I see pain staken faces begging for a bite to eat. Curled up, freezing cold, lonely and...
An electric shock through your veins, steam seeping out your brains. Sound, musical bliss, nothing can compare to this soul mate....
Why does being in love have to hurt so bad? You put forth so much effort to make it work but sometimes it's not good enough. You put your...