well... if you wanna find out about me then talk to me < 3 |
When the sun sinks down behind the bend,
And the moon and stars give you brightness on...
The moon hides behind the suns golden glow,
Pushed back by the obtrusive cinder ray...
Time slips through our fingers and trickles by,
The world's full of things we regret to see...
Time ticks its way to self-destruction,
Infantly dying but never dead...
Silent screams
in whispered dreams...
You looked me in the eyes,
and promised no more lies...
If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size? |
Love is not a bandage to cover wounds. |
To fear love is to fear life; and those who fear life are already three parts dead. |