Author: Aileen_Maltese

Tell me what this is about. How can this be so? 31 deaths mean nothing to you. Yes you give a pause and a tear, but they are not real. You brought a photographer along, For your own gain. From triple A to double A. Best country in the world is thrown under a bus.…

Please tell me what all of this means! It’s confusion and pain with in my brain. Wrapping its tentacles around my shines pulling me deeper and deeper into it. None of it makes sense, like when you take time to ponder why you would price something a $1.01. None of it makes sense. Why can’t…

The words are just standard notions that slip from your lips. Simple. Easy to say. But harder to act upon. You don’t wish for that. There was never a friendship. Not for years. They spill from your lips like acid melting your facade. Just simple lies is all you know how to spill. To bad…

The name is simple. Yet you seam to forget it. The word just slips from your tong. Like a knife cutting through my heart. You don’t seam to get it. You don’t even seam to care, That is not my name. You go on like nothing had ever happened. You just walk away. You’ll only…