Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
May her eyes be opened to your truth! May her heart be made brand new! Thank you so much for saving her, now deliver her once and for all.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Subtle were your sins in years past, but now they are blatant in my flashbacks, forever will they last? Oh, the dull constant ache in my soul,
There is no finesse like Nature herself, as she sings over the horses and the cattle. The grass will ever-prattle and dance to the waves of the wind.
Suicide is now my only option. I will never be able to forgive what that person did to me. I will never be able to forgive myself for what I did.
On January 28th, 1993 a beautiful boy blossomed forth into the world, a ray of sunshine and joy filled the lives of so many.
You're beautifully unique every single evening, I never grow weary of holding you with my eyes that are teary. When the hustle of the world doesn't notice you, please know, I do,
My voice was calming and sweet Through the years, a form of love was a faithful treat I got played and broken badly My life took some shocking turns, sadly
I wish I could have known you better. I know that your name was Jesse, just like mine, and that you were twenty-eight, just like me.
Butterfly vibrato caressed the violin and cello strings sweetly. Sexy scotch warmed my mouth and throat, like fire, I embraced it.
No doubt, you are my portal out. We'll do plenty of summersaults in raining skittles, back-to-back, we'll scale up tight ally walls of hardened Jell-O,
A very smart man went for a walk and stopped in front of the not-so-subtle-puddle and asked, "Puddle, Puddle on the ground, am I the smartest man to be found?"
I'll give and give and keep on giving until there's nothing left. They'll take and take and keep on taking and it's all a theft.
