Don't show up at my doorstepWith liliesin your delicate handsInsteadBring me clementinesAnd I will show youThat the sweetnessWithin the pulpWill not b..
I have spentthe last63 dayslying in bedin the darkStaring atThe ceilingAnd the four walls around meBecause the moonHas been castingShadows upon themAn..
You were crawling on your hands and knees;You pulled your body across the fresh, white sheetsAnd you began to whisper lies that made our stomachs turn..
I'm sure at one point in time, I was someone's cup of tea. But now, I'm positive I'm someone's cheap bottle of liquor.I know you won't mind if I stay ..
The taste of forgiveness is sweet, but so is lobotomy.Sincere apologies aren't always genuine and lately, the cards on the table just don't match up.W..
The ceiling was as white as the christening gown you once wore as a baby. Or at least that was how you put it when you sat over in the corner, on a pl..