1:40 A.M.(My fav #'s 14)

Time is of the essence and evidentally, it's still mine...My mind's thoughts are delivered by my hands that are raw. Scars born from holding the pen too long. Well, my thoughts are raw, my hands are still soft...And I like my baby's bottom...Children aren't currently an option. I'm too young to be a father and u think ur my mother, so why bother raising an adult and a kid? Honestly, neither one of us are ready for it...We might have to do adopt kids Let's help the world girl...Take care of the world, keep you away from childbirth until we old enough for our own? Until you think that I'm grown and we both on our own? Not physically...I meant mentally. For now, my mind's too wild to settle down, I'm bound for great things, currently can't have a kid. Honestly, I don't do love, my only love is writing. But baby girl, your the next best thing...If I'm the King, you know your the Queen. We could make an heir some other day, maybe? When we're grown and stable, when I'm able to devote time to a baby? Someday after I ask the question...Where love is my passion and my craft is complete? 2nd only to you? But until then boo...
Time is of the essence and evidentally, it's still mine. So I gotta shine like the star I was born to be, exceed expectations that were set before me...And accomplish things that no one would believe...Until they see of course. I'm living Art, molded with bones and blood, lived with pain and love, became sort of the King of Ink...Just think about it. I'm living Art, Ink pumps my blood, not a heart. Currently I'm Heartless...Until someone could harness my love.