Who will love me in winter?

I told her to take my hand and pull me near....

She grabbed my arm and flung me to the ground.

Hurt people hurt people © Shanise Taylor

Now she wants to be friends...I just want it to end. Which on my part has already occured. Delusions of grandeur are no more. The windows are clear and I see that the grass only appears green when your looking at it from the pavement.

I'm going to find my heart in Philly. That's where I belong.