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It is unbelievable how you're 18 and think like 22's must think..
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It is unbelievable how you're 18 and think like 22's must think..
It is really unbelievable how the things you never thought possible come real... #love 2 years ago, I was in comic class. I remember that day so well, when he entered the room. He was huge.
4 years. 4 years I've had this story in my head. And only there. For 4 years I've mentally created this characters and written and rewritten the plot.
There's a silence in this room that scares Frightens me Oh how I wish your voice would tear it And the lights could shut down when you get near me Can't you feel The tension in here.
There has been so many stories. So few fingers to count them on. Everyone involves me. And you. And her. Is like the tabloids are spitting. The truths you can't quite say.
I have a confession I'm alone I've been pushing out My loveones They understand And walk away It's sad they easily give up on me How heart wants Something else Than the illusions my brain gives...
200 years have been Since you've talked Yeah, that's how it feels That's how it feels I know we've not been around But there's a phone in every corner here Yeah, you don't miss me Fine. Alright.
I heard you Silence You're awkward Make my tongue freeze It is now When I want you to stop You're dangerous You make the world stop Cry out loud Yell at the sky Laugh out laugh We can beat...
You know what I think.
It's time to bring you back. Lock all the doors don't let dreams fly away. Your mind is blank, a white canvas. Your hands are soft, new brush with soul. Now close your eyes. And let it act.
If there's a reason. Why I'm still in your bed. It's just because. It's too cold outside. If there's a point. In your arguments. I really want to know it. Because like this is pointless.
Sitting on Same new chair That feels so plain Been 7 months And seems I still can't Fill this place I'm I so awkward.
-Is just that...you're different. -No, is you that came here for a different reason. You didn't came here to take me back home. -And what. What is that reason. -... -What. You can't say it.
Hey Young girl Your eyes look old Your mouth is envolve in so many lines Have you been Laughing over their faces And crying in that old mirror who truly knows you.
There's a beat In my heart It sounds louder just when I think of you Then I skip A beat When I imagine you kissing me It's weird It's great I can actually feel your lips Oh, I am trying To...
It was quickly how things changed. Although, 6 years passed. I was engaged with my first and only girl. She had came back from the inside of herself. At a great cost, but she was back.