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I'm not entirely sure that this one will make any sense... I could explain it, but it ruins the metaphor, the pragmatics...
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Do you f*****g feel the blood I feelthe gorgeous crimson thinsof liquid love that cry out from my skinso fresh, so young.Do you see or feel the pain I..
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It's been 3 months, longer maybe. I still find myself thinking daily, daily dreaming, wishing, remembering that August. Though with remembering comes ..
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agony, agony, fade away,I still tell you to stay, so far away.Just that morning, I knewknew something was wrong,admit not, for belief of it turns you ..
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dotted ink letterstapping keys, pelt downevery moment, crisp soundIf only it would writewhat I want it to say.End, stops stain the pageblack wordsnoth..
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It's our last goodbye, this accidental feeling The tear drops, a roll down from my eye I smile, a longing smile My eyes whispering words to you..
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'Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay. Why don't you be the writer, and decide the words I say?' - Ellie Goulding
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'Time where did you go, why did you leave me here alone.'
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It came to mind tonight, after everything I felt, all the anger suppressed. From that came this, from you.
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you're every memory, the darkness of the nightthe place I loved, once thenand now, the same I lust.They don't see me as you see methey can't bring me ..
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