Poems from torenceeugene
I am angry. Fuck what you've heard.
I don't get half the recognition I deserve.
There's a blazing fire in my heart.
It's been burning...
There once was a boy
There once was a girl
They were strangers
Both were lost and alone
They met in a bar, surrounded by people who called...
What is courtly love?
Something to please the Man above?
What is rooted in tradition
Does not fit my intuition.
I cannot uphold...
You had my heart from the first moment I saw you.
You played with my long hair for at least an hour while I held you in my arms.
You cried...
Rugby is an art.
Like an aggressive piece played by an orchestra or an intricate, passionate dance, all the motions are executed with a...