Hair burnin like the wick on a torch, cool calm and collected in the chaos swinging on the front porch, renews every season fruitful like the Orchard quick with it fast around the corners like the Porsche burnin all in his way, leavin land scorched, but no one in this life is invincible he was torn never felt hard times like this since the day he was born usually smooth with the lines now his voice has gone horse. Nothing compares to goin through this. Hell called divorce. Goody life in flames, love turned to war, Can’t outrun the ghost when it’s called divorce. Once was a crown, now scars and remorse Same heart beating how much more She’s still that beauty best. The world has seen to be upfront. She’s like Ben button hotter. Now than before. It seems produced a perfect Angel most flawless baby the world has ever seen from the outside looking in the goody life was a perfect dream then along the road like it sometimes happens the king lost his way became unhappy, goodys , love, and devotion. It was lacking made her go bat shit crazy took a mean evil path she tortured him night and day for her own pain. He brought to the fray until it came to a close one day like writing the perfect song, strikin the wrong cord. This monster emerged Hells demon divorce. She was ready, been plotting for a while vengeance to the pain she endured with a outward smile no more tears left just an intensity that was vile all the chaos of the storm engulfin that perfect child goody dreams, shattered to the sky, guilty and hurtin no confidence burning no zeal no yearning just forever. The devil bad guy forever faulted broke the system. She was perfect just the victim a little girl, wondering how she fit in a nightmare, the worst ever written. Goody life in flames, love turned to war Can’t outrun the ghost when it’s called divorce. Once was a crown, now scars and remorse Same heart beating how much more At the last hour, could it be brought back people knew but could there be one last gasp? They both dove into the pool empty fell flat so that was that the split was fact, each with knives in the others back sent wandering down their own dark lonely path. So now goody on his own with no KG or Red ronin just a ginger soulless feeling nothin but hopeless life, crushed friends and family out of focus, reaching desperately for a hand to hold not to pull them down, but give him a purpose warmth in the cold, lost all sight of her she’s gone others come along, blown away by the storm couldn’t see or even read the words on his arm, thinkin every way to end this fate do him harm rarely sleeps. He just cries until it’s morning with no clue to what could come next in this story or is this just the end of his tail does his path end in this fiery hell some days hes certain other he’s not so sure no matter where he turns. Everything in his life is gone no more only thing there is is this divorce. Goody life… Divorce, can’t escape, what the hell happened? To the greatness baby.

Divorced