Poetry is Not For The Faint Hearted

There is no need to cry for me my dear, I will always love you.

But lately, it has been hard.

No one has crashed and burned and been busted and broken as much as I have.

So ride that white horse, gallop along my prince charming, I know you will find me one day.

Among those birds, flying up to heaven, to see your angelic face.

I love you my dear.

Believe me when I say I want you.

I don’t want a fairytale, I just want you.

Signed, Ophelia

It’s Time for Change

Warning: The topic of this post is very heavily debated, and some may be offended. Reader’s discretion is advised. Hello, and welcome to another Benaball blog post. Sit back, get some snacks. This will be…

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