my words are probably poorly put together, or constructed weakly, and maybe sometimes they're not, but it helps me to write because only when i'm writing can i somewhat coherently express how i feel. |
Curled up and
Feeling lonely...
Every time i seal my eyes,
My mind takes where i loathe to be...
Just like a flame burning deep into night,
Or like the sun, which burns for the day...
When your eyes are cloaked in darkness
and you lay down your heavy head...
It's always so saddening; when somebody dies.
To soar unseen across silky skies...
White dresses and fluffy skies,
sherlock kisses and scrutinising eyes...
Sunshine on the backroads
reflecting grey and green...
So i believe this is our end of hello,
I can't know in this moment if i will ever let go...
Tell me how you want me dear,
and i swear thats how i will be...
I am walking the same streets that I have stumbled...
but somehow this is different, on the brink of an...
I'll take a razor, And |
Step off a stone, |
Living in a cloud of smoke |