Westlake

there is a part of my city

that no one sings songs about

that no one makes films about

that no one writes poems about

this is home for me

this is home

my mother's deepest fears

are the memories I hold dear

Recent Posts

You see family in a stranger And believe as though a God A savior in a manger But he could be a fraud Sometimes you get to choose...

I made myself so easy to choose but you filled out a short answer "anyone but you"

my mom let me take a free boxing lesson but why would I keep fighting when your heart is like the post office and Chick-fil-A on Sundays