“ When Pisces go to war, there’s never a shortage of broken hearts. ”
I don’t need the facts. I’m a Pisces.
~ Phil Volatile
But now that I’m scrubbingtoilets on my hands & knees,with four degrees,I realize that one escape routeleads to another
There’s a universalunderstanding betweenmen of the silent sorrowa man endures whenhe loses a woman heloves
and tonight we held each other, one last time,like a dance to aslow songon an empty floor, underneath a singledisco ballin front of no oneat all
