I will move on.

I am not one to bite my tongue.

Flash Fiction 500 Words
Business is business, regardless of anything else, life, love, or the pursuit of happiness but then again depends on who’s doing the pursuing. The Mob Bites… never been one for a life of crime, hell I’ve never been one for people either.

She says I want to dribble as much blood of my hatred ones as much I surge tears and it’s not two three drops but a deep sea

You wont hear me out.

Second love is always amazing and seem to overshadow the first one. But Love is Love first or second.

There’s a lot of pretty girls but somehow or another I have avoided the bed… yet with just one bite and there is an itch begging to be scratched. Love Bug… I want a girl that wants all of me not just a taste but how long can I go without scratching?

You know how to push my buttons.

Everything is there for the taking.

Poem.