I am Jonny and...
I live the Rockstar way
Party Hard Rocking Harder Fucking Hardest
and hope to wake up in a familiar bed in the morning
You might not belive but at least
you will have something to look forwards to.
POETRY
Like a cruel puppeteer
My heart is torn by strands in every unwanted direction
The man wears a mask made of hesitation
And connects his strands to me by fears
Until the uprising puppet sheds affection
Replacing his broken strands of love
And a deeper connection.