

Untitled 1You do not see me, Not with those eyes that become finite with fear, Eyes that plunge icy fingers into the back of my mind,Untitled 1
Grasping my secrets and forcing them into the air, And my words escape from my mouth in a sigh,
like millions of butterflies emerging from their cocoons. Bejeweled wings surrounding me, Hiding… Hiding… Gliding fingers over your skin, Sending earthquake ripples through you, Darkening your fair complexion with thunder
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Burnt Out TruthsCold fingers accompany a heart that's freezing My only excuse is that I miss the way my words used to compliment your tears But I got so lost walking in circles that I forgot to call you and tell you I wasn't coming home This is the last time through because I swear I won't forget this time Step back from this life and take away the eyes which hold me in such contempt Make them my own See how my disguise has twisted into an ugly lie The words that slip off my tongue have been said years before, As letters that tried to assemble themselves into something that would mean it was all okay AndBurnt Out Truths


This Dream's AddictionRoses with mystery-laced edges stand gloriously by my bed. For weeks, I had known in my heart that you would send me these. But these… they weren't from you. I wondered if I had stolen them from my dreams so I would have love to wake up to. It took me hours to realize that the sky was gray and raining. My favourite dress of air. Drippings in empty gutters lured me outside, and I was standing in the doorway before I noticed too late that I had smelled the rain. Even though I slammed the door on this, I couldn't resist and eventually slipped out the door to wait for you. I knew that you wouldn't come. That was as true as the insanity I felt. AlThis Dream's Addiction


Here Today, Gone TomorrowI stood on the razor-thin edge of my mind and peered over the edge, slightly jealous of the air I would fall into The sight that my eyes met was a blend of black ink and blue swirls I wondered why I couldn't be a little brighter in my next stage. Prufrock's mermaid's called me over, but I heard strands of Paris in the background And decided to stay in between the two for a while.Here Today, Gone Tomorrow
I heard a squeak in the floorboards of the hall and was afraid it was someone coming. Then they would know what I do in the dark hours of night They would know the person I am when I know that no on
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Living makes me sick, so sick I wish I'd die...
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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''That which we manifest is before us...''
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sorry i'm random
keep up the writing!
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Living makes me sick, so sick I wish I'd die...
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