I never wanted to hell it was just coffee but each day I look further into your eye’s further into your soul and I know I love you. Our random conversations your so complicated life just sitting on my coach holding you kissing you… I will never tell you, I am not aloud to care or to love. I have been the machine for far to long I don’t know how to be anything else…—R.Roads
This article appears in Apr 15-21, 2010.