Erasing, erasing, there goes my past;It's too bad the memories were too real to last.A knife in an hour that tears out the seams,A whispering echo of ..
In my beautiful world of half-existing, Life enjoys her tricks. Bright bubbles of color ricochet off one another as I am enveloped by a luminous glow...
Wrote this freshman year on a day in class when I was frustrated because I simply could not get words out. I think we've all experienced this writer's..
I know it's under poetry, but I actually wrote this a few days ago as an attempt at songwriting. Intending on adding another verse and melody when ins..