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Daggers of sound Stab the night Like lovers found Cheating. But tonight we live For it. Live like living will Fix the problems, Even tho it won't. We dance with the strobes
As I watch the water flow from my hands a glance in the mirror reminds me that I'm still human & the heart must break to heal. Graphic and detailed memories Of a Broken Spirit. I've submitted to the
the hopeless romantic came out in me. such a short time it took for me to realize what I wanted. it’s funny, though, because I assumed through your soft words and gentle actions that it came out in you, too.
Not a word to an ounce of pain Nor a cry to weigh frustration Because even though I write this here I’ve given up translation
it happened again. this time i was sober. which makes it worse. but whatever. it was a little different. this time. you called me. wanting to talk. so i came over.
He deserved none of me but I gave him all of me and now I look back and think how dumb of me to throw my heart at him so carelessly when he was just playing games with me but I guess I just thought
Stuffed in a large bag is a book. I carry this book, and sometimes the bookmark is more intriguing the book. A bent picture of two young people on a date marks the pages which have and have not been read yet.
It’s harder here, To be put in this place So Quiet With nothing but a mirror, Put me someplace else! Put me in my past! Where things were better and foolish, loud, crash! Quiet resumes-