The Journalist

A pen, a notepad, a juicy new story The building was old, only two-storey I climbed up the stairs in disgust The place was covered in dirt and dust I looked down at the Senator's black Jeep that I followed What was a dignitary doing in a place like this, I swallowed Then I heard … Continue reading The Journalist



Love me like musicians do Love me gently, love me like crazy Make me smile, make me cry Then sing me a song and wipe my tears dry Love me like musicians do Bruno Mars can jump in front of a train And take a bullet to his brain Would I be asking too much, … Continue reading LIKE MUSICIANS DO