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an utter waste of time, a wreckage - asuaveimpression.. yesof all the times that were chosen, maybe no better could have been chosen.I so badly want t..
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you're my smudge of lipstick on the mirror,and I didn't mean for you to be there. Just a simple red,divine at it's best. lingering for so long, cruste..
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shut the f**k up with your conjunctions and write reality, for all it's worth, and all it's put you through. he doesn't deserve the words you pour out..
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change the focus of my eyes to this heart's desire -Forever, since I saw the grass;freshsnow has taken over their minds.And while it captivates me, in..
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You say to make the most of this life, I think to let go of everything would be the blessing here, a suicide. A life, far from this one. Nothing amoun..
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it's like there's this shield around me, blocking mefrom life, or life from me, a surrender of all that is bad,of all that is wrong. Some incomplete l..
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and as you sat there, asking me too many times,I sat there confirming to myself, that you would not find out.feeling bad for your belief, the same you..
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beauty is just a memory, of days gone by withyou and I, wandering through the past and takingever so tiny steps, through a door the size of a modelJup..
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throw me out into the desert,let harsh sand burn beautifuland sunlight boil my skin, as freckles turn to black, and ash flakes falllike snowfrom the l..
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why did he do it, whydid he do it, that girl's daddy.Looking in a mirror, blurred by the warmthof tears that stream rippling,tiny rivers down her chee..
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