| She's an odd one...a stranger to herself, an enemy to her heart...a torture to the soul...a lover to the rain...a kiss to pen and paper, the sound of breathing apart...she's a mystery they say as she comes around again... |


Last Resort"We're not gonna walk too far. Its just across the bridge, into the field where our feet can dangle over the lake waters and we can be hidden from the prying eyes of society...just you and me"Last Resort
His fingers slid into my palm as he pulled me along with ease, humming softly, plucking at the flowers that tickled our knees and smelling the swirls of vanilla around our lips.
"I love you" he whispered, looking up from the purple flowers he held between his thumb and index finger, still wrapped around my own. I looked away at the fading gold glow behind the trees of this place he called a haven. It was funny how o


I am...I am... The girl who's waiting patiently for the whistle of the wind, heralding the arrival of the threads of silver and clutching at the heart that hangs out her chest to allow atmosphere to pour into it. And the sounds of the earth swirling around the weight of my feet is music to my ears and the coldness of each droplet is absorbed into my bloodstream because I am thin skinned, with my soul lying calmly on the surface.I am...
I am... Trying to read the thoughts of blades of grass beneath my soaked body and singing with the footsteps of memories as a metronome and the happiness I feel when the fluttering of wings signal t


And love...?So she's gone again huh? Poor child...what have you done to her for the third time? I'm sure it wasn't a long enough slumber for your morbid shadow before she called it forward again and made it a part of her until you woke slowly to dominate her drained and scarred body. Where is she?And love...?
Is she standing on that cliff where she engraved her name in a feebly drawn heart and stared out at the mist that threatened to confuse and cloud her in like the tornado she conjured in her mind?
Is she on the bridge that's swaying like her body in her bedroom at night...when you promised her she'd dance...when you swore to


StatueI frown upon my reflection, its shadow cast upon the floor. The surrounding whisper of an unstable mind wakes me from my slumber. And when I turn from the mirror, I fall to my knees, lost.Statue
My fractured fingers grip the carpet, and my head strikes the ground. A stone replica of myself I am. A heavy memory of my past I am. I've heard my conscience, and ignored its cry. Now I cannot cry. Now I cannot mourn.


Lighthouse, revisitedI need to get you out of my head, You're like a song, One I just can't stop singing along to On the radio, the television, the walls and ceiling, You're in my bed, you're under my skin. Under my clothes; you crawl on my skin, and I break.Lighthouse, revisited
I need to be away from the rage, All your excuses and halfhearted apologies That never fixed a thing.
I need to leave behind the sharp hands and words
That slid into me and left my veins exposed.
You exhale ammonia and kerosene. I inhale.
You are everywhere on me, and the scars Won't

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