why should we runand i'll take you away for a year and a day, and we'll forget this whole thing as you lay in my arms. i'll litter you with kisses, you'll come to no harm. heart quarrells with my head; im unsure of what is true. but the part that i know, is i'll always need you.why should we run
you tore me apart when you tore out my heart, but the things that you spoke melted my soul. the life that we left was just so old. i can no longer remember why we should run, but the knowledge you're here just makes it more fun.
fireworks over the baythe boy makes her laugh and the girl just cannot see. too much truth makes you blind to the world and she never once told a lie, unlike him. he can see corruption in their eyes and black briars creeping their way over the cracks in the concrete and the jagged holes in the bathroom window. when it rains he's soaked. when its sunny he's burned.fireworks over the bay
when she laughs its like fireworks over the bay. she looks as though a hurricane hit her. she feels as though nothing can touch her. running down the block, with the sun on her neck and glimpsing the outline of the pretty magnolia flowers behin
turn a littlethe times in which i wish i could be with you like you turn a little faster, move a little closer, be a little better.turn a little
times in which everything just moves a little further away. i cant stopcan t stop ica n t st op wishing on those prettypretty pretty little specks of light. they're all just burnt out and dead. i c an tbel i e ve i'd waste all that time.
not what she should have beeni saw her today, she's not what she used to be. i could picture running my fingers through her silky, sunshine hair and holding her hands, admiring each dainty lilac-painted finger nail.not what she should have been
i watched her cross the road without looking. her hair was barely recognisable; a mass of knots, like strands of straw. her fingernails were cracked and broken. clumsily coloured, bloody scarlet. she could hardly hold her head up to see the path ahead of her, the sapphire of her eyes now a smokey grey. the purple beneath her eyes and the paleness of her skin made her stand out a ghost against everybody else. as though the sun had missed her
Pat Patlook at the clouds todaywhen i met you, i stopped writing. i also stopped waking up to a face full of post it notes saying things like its bad luck to see the woman before the driving test, or my house smells like apple cider and bluebottles have eyes, or i've got static in my arms. i stopped feeling sorry and i stopped falling down the stairs. i noticed the stars at night could have a story and you could have taken the ocean and put it in your eyes. i also stopped writing.look at the clouds today
when i met you, i stopped trying to be a nice person and just was. when i met you, i discovered post it notes and then i couldn't use them. i realised my house was not just a picture
| It does not matter how slow you go, as long as you do not stop. |
exhausted
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"Free your mind and your ass will follow!"
- Riku Rantala, Madventures III.
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Zapraszam na [link]
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I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through.
I'm ashamed of the person I am.
Thanks for the fav!
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