“I wonder how many women are held up in their bed waiting to be sung to, served wine to, read poetry to, kissed slowly… — Brandon Villasenor Copy Share Image
“I miss her | & not the type of missing when you’re alone, not the type when you’re broken down half drunk, not even the type when you know she’s the one. I’m talking about the kind of missing that when you’re full of happiness…you wish they were there to enjoy it. I don’t care if we’re not together, I… — Brandon Villasenor Copy Share
“Her beauty must have been exhausting and not to mention troublesome. Glitter swiftly made it's way into the vibrant strands that graced her lavish eyelashes. Each blink, each pressing moment, time seemed to have stopped and I felt as if, her charm could fill an entire room and with every set of eyes locked onto her, somehow the glare of… — Brandon Villasenor Copy Share
“Tonight, I decided to take a stroll down to my local liquor store. Maybe I’ll find a refreshment to wash down this full moon.… — Brandon Villasenor Copy Share Image
“She was the reason I started to write but her beauty is kept me writing.” — Brandon Villasenor Copy Share Image
