My Mawmaw… (arguably one of the most kick ass Southern women till the day she passed) would say:

“Baby girl, fix ya problems… Ain’t NO ONE else gunna do it forya.  Life is hard and it won’t get any easier… So get use to it, sha.”

Miss you Mawmaw… I miss you lots…

MadamChryzl-

Shakespeare wrote of baited breath as if he knew my love would be my death…

No glee or smile is true since you have left…

Not a tear has been spared. Not a word of honesty has been shared…I’m so uncertain and so very scared…

I mourn you day in and day out…

I am the only company Misery and Darkness will allow…

Broken and Sharp are my pieces; all scattered…

A ghostly mirror gravely fragmented; all shattered…

O Shakespeare, your tales of love and tragedy seems to by only life’s strategy…

Amico

Photo By: Madamchryzl

Hey there amico…

Look at you go…

So deep is the wound from bullets that you throw…

There’s nothing left to the bone….

Not a limb to show. Nothing can be thrown…

How deep is the grave that we sow…

How little is known…

Nothing but moonlight to be shown…

-Madamchryzl-

I had a friend that recently suggested that “I should believe people when they show me who they really are…. “

I should, but my heart and head has very rarely been on the same page… Even though I always end up heartbroken, I still do this.

This has to be a type of insanity. Has to be.

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