She was like a sweet air, swiftly floating through my lips on cool summer night.
The God we worship is sacred, Beautiful and deep. The crown that held His blood, They would so deceivingly keep. Believe in what was dead, It's why we're alive.
Stuck here I think of death and life. And of which I have no choices. Beauty is a lost cause. Just something very startling. I know it's not a huge reflection. Maybe just a dream.
Sometimes She wants to be a fly But most of the time she would just cry Her life was down Considering she just about drowned Drowned herself in tears That fled from her ears.
She left her memory on the steps, While signing one last name. Her eyes closed so gently, Yet Roughly with a clash.
Quite clever don't you think.
Didn't sleep at all yesterday, Didn't think I needed to, I felt like I could fly, But now I'm so tired I can only die, Quite the sad story isn't it. Insomnia, Let's break this sleep amnesia..
Deadly and bright You cause so much fright As I begin to tire, The linen sheets are filled with fire Forgive for being rude but Haven't you Already brewed.
"What does it mean to flee from who you aren't?" He slid his hands down her back. She smiled loosely, feeling his sweet tickles on her skin.
When I saw you I fell in love and you smiled because you knew. -William Shakespeare.
You heard me, didn't you. You spoke back, didn't you. My heart broke, didn't it. ~~~~ Yes I heard you, love. Yes, I said many things. Not that I meant to. ~~~~ You watched me bleed, didn't you.
Come with me.
Only been opussing for a day.....☺.
Pictures pictures pictures of you. My love, you're quite beautiful, If only you knew. Your eyes are are as green as the grass in the park And the flowers are as vivid as your red ruby lips.
My dearest father, Forgive me; I have yet to see why I find so much joy in you. I just cannot understand my feelings for you; deeper than any other, deeper than even the ones for my lovers.
Black and white, black and white. All I could see was black and white. It almost killed me then and there. How could something so obsessive be so real.
Sometimes if I go to sleep. And close my eyes with heavy heat. I wont see them. Maybe if I turned around without a sound. Generating unlikely thoughts. I won't see them. Bloody bloody bloody hearts.