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

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

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.

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.

“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