 |
Constant, like a fixed beat on a metronome,
It spins downward, slowly ever downward.
Facing earth like the end of a sentence,
It stops at the weigh..
|
|
Do you ever just feel likethe soft touch of one makes everything okay?Like a rolling tear, your finger exites words,signals through a small touch,It d..
|
|
Addiction Controls The User.
|
|
The American Soul,
When A Dollar Makes,
Your Life Half or Whole.
|
|
What will you do when your life gets better but you're left with all the scars?
|
|
When youth and time combine.
|
|
So united,Each emotion divides us.Tormented are the memoriesOf a man who once knewHis spirit controlled his fate.Love became an addiction,Slowly break..
|
|
In time, regret chooses whetherTo soothe pain or embellish it. That death is a mere breath in the illusion that darkness is not the final conclusion.W..
|
|
Heavy lies these hearts,Examining the parts betweenWhat should have been.Sitting wondering what could we have been?It sounds out a cry,These long forg..
|
|
Do you know what it’s like to have your feelings tossed up and down for no one’s benefit but your own?To watch as people take pieces of yo..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This