I Still Taste Her Regret

another quicky

I still taste her regret

It tasted so right

That I confess

I do this everyday

I watch her pray

Like a sunset

Which never turns to night

She looked so blessed

 

I hold in everthing I fear

I hear your little heart

Trying to find its way out of the dark

She tosses and turns

But the hinges wont budge

So blind, So near

I live my life like your braking lungs

I crash and burn

 

The ones we hurt

Are not me

Flowers leave stains

When their tears run down her face

Ripped up ribbons and leaving lace

Powerd by a Goodbye Train

No one sees

Today today there are no words

Reviews

[Reika]

Hi Harry.

I'm not staring at some chick's b***s right now.

Anyhoo.
I really liked it.
I really want to draw this girl.
And I will
and if I can I want to use some of Alex Pardee's (spelling?) style in it. At least using his black ink style if I can't use the colours I want.

Like I said, moo. I know I'm writing a lot. Stop touching me. >.< hehe. Your hair smells nice. And Yeah.
I guess I'll just tell you when I'm done writing what I thought of it and why I'm writing so much nonsense. And I will tell you that I feel fat and sassy when i'm done. Okay I'm done. Thank you. Meow. (I) Love Love (you).