The perception of marriage?The world was breathing behind her, her son upset with rye, tough stuff. She kept saying, saying saying it. But she was in love and I wasn't even close.The perception of marriage?
"Her eyes were the light that bore no sign of demise, with her feet in the sky." And I swear, her curves are meant only to consume me, and I know I could stare at her for hours as I squeeze my magnetic hands shut tight. Oh please, if there is a god, give me an excuse to touch her. "You keep saying, saying saying it. I'm not even close now." Will you let me know how I can change? I could tell her who I wanted her to be but then I would be contradicting myself, her curls and
mumyou tell me to sit down so i take the seat closest to the exit Don't tell me it's not worth it You tell me to stand but I don't want to so I do Don't tell me again that I'm not a disgrace You tell me you love me or was that another command? Should I sit or should I stand? Because I'd really rather lie down, mummy. Let me go to sleep. Let me go.mum
Poise and RationalityA love song from you to me Here we go step one-to-three (She's got crazy hair) sing to me crazy hair, sing to me. So I told to you with regretful purpose, Don't fall over don't fall for me Because, my darling, we were never meant for me (your eyes) Tell me the truth now, darling, tell me the truth, I want to know how much pain I'm meaning to cause you Tell me your truth don't panic! when we still have time don't apologise I've had enough of your good days so keep smiling without me dear without me here you'd better get used to it Because our love is as tPoise and Rationality
smoking pantsI think you need to quit sizing me up because it's not on your face and your lungs will turn black with your lies. I'm sick of hearing you say "one day" because that's not in your vocabulary.smoking pants
I don't want to risk an infection of your fate and I don't want to have to lie to your face, I think I've had enough and I think you're a disgrace.
We're not working out.
for emergency use ONLYorange juice makes me sick, syrupy like weed and tart like candy - soaks in like acid and burns down myfor emergency use ONLY
throat, eating my heart away and reminding me of you
there's nothing left to say after one long year of forever and fucking always 'cause we cut each other's wrists with razors labeled for emergency use only
and i can go to hell 'cause you'll never be the same, and in my dreams you scream, "i know you fucked him again." your voice rips through these pages and i reply, "we are so last year."
Cigarettes Are Over-Ratedi don`t know what i was looking for, maybe searching for an answer to what happened, though all those torn off notebook pages hidden in the back of my notebook- i ripped them out & wrote something betterCigarettes Are Over-Rated
it`s like each cigarette, i`m
just dying to blacken my lungs & kill every part of myself, & i`m afraid to finish one- i won`t have anything left to say; my smile`s wearing off & my ribs are caving in with nothing left to
support them
all day i watch people rush & run, always something important & i`m still he
hello
Shitty
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"A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror."
Kahlil Gibran
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Curious?
(jks about the stalking of course
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Although refusal may offend, if you don't ask you won't get accepted.
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You got red on you.
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You got red on you.
Thanks for the fav love, it means soo much. I love you to pieces.
Kiki
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Your poems are beautiful, I will be watching
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