[gamble-grey]

Last night not everyone had a bed they death got to be easy because life is hard #prayforphiladelphia#photography

[gamble-grey]

It’s literally 33 degrees in Philadelphia pray for those without a home and those who are addicted to drugs please be safe #philly#reality#photography

[gamble-grey]

How do you expect me to love you when you can’t even love yourself?

[in-my-thinking]

“dark soul”

as you explore his mind aimlessly wandering but maybe also mischievously probing wondering what you might discover you lose your footing and slip through the cracks, falling into the dark abyss that is his soul into the depth of his inner darkness but if you are brave you will stand your light illuminating places he long go abandoned however your light will also expose his demons those many beasts he learned over the years to cage and control in the depth of his subconscious behind the rigid bars of normality in those dark caverns they stay bound by the steel chains of his knowledge restrained by the heaviness of life’s experiences but they are only just contained always craving release and when they call to you beckon you will you answer or will you run? frantically clambering back up to the place from which you fell maybe your morality will bid you stay? to let your warmth melt his ice cold inner your light shine into his darkness? not many are brave enough but the rewards for both of you could be great maybe if he lets you see each demon you will exorcise each one’s presence banish them forever to free him or maybe they will just consume you as they consume him

———– Image found on Pinterest - Wall of Agony by SlayngSteel from deviantart.com

[gamble-grey]

The little things

It’s the way you look, or the way you talk. No it’s the way you stand or the way you walk. Maybe your stare, or how you Smile. Oo it’s the way you think, Or is it how you style. I know it’s the way you move, Or maybe the light in your eyes. Ahh it’s your touch, Or maybe it’s the thickness of your thighs. No it got to be your love, For it compares to no other. I wouldn’t even want a child, if you weren’t the mother.

[gamble-grey]

You and me

If this world was made for you and me Our love would last for eternity. The birds would sing and animals cry, At this union between you and I. The time would stop, so no need for clocks We’d be in freedoms arms, no more keys for locks. Light would shine on us from a thousand stars, to let us know just who we are. And through our love we would always see, that this world was made for you and me.

[gamble-grey]

I could never use what I went through as a excuse for why I can’t understand life. However, it is because of what I’ve went through that you can understand my life.

[gamble-grey]

Twas a box

“Twas only a box, but a box it ‘twas. It held all sorts of things from rocks to bugs, To cash and phones, pretty necklaces with stones, but ’'twas only a box It was a dingy old box, brownish red, scuffed, with a rusty old lock, its hinges squeaked, and it was quite fragile when grabbed from its top. But ‘twas my box, And ‘twas a box like no other, giving by ones mother, to stand the test of time to be passed down to another, smothered with memories of the past, oh how time flies fast.

[gamble-grey]

You will always need what you want and want what you need, but there’s a thin line between self preservation and greed.

Gamble Grey