Lessons iv learned from 2017...
Attack the weak with perception
From the best view of their own sundown
Greed grows in empty pockets, not a thiefs burnt hands
Smoking ruined everything but gave me everything. The black teeth and the clothes I wear
The 'one' is still out there
The very one I thought I found
My heart is on amber alert with broken sirens and is out lined with chock like a crime scene
It was there
Who ever has it
will I marry it?