love to write my idols arent writers: more along the lines of andy warhol, audrey hepburn, eddie sedgwick |
As ashes fall watch the shadows they cast,
Tears roll down my cheeks as I look ahead...
The sun sets as your smile begins to fade,
Your eyes open wide to take in another day...
Words spill,
Like vomit shooting from your mind...
He turns to look at my face,
My heart begins to race...
Alone in the world the next bottle is your soul,
It's all you have left but only 'cause you stole...
Hearing the sound of my fingers hit the keyboard,
Looking at the picture thats encoded in my heart...
Look at my lips,
Perfectly in place...
I want to be able to look at you,
And see the man of my dreams...
Realism is my sensible approach to life,
Every moment is true and every dream is a lie...
He walks like a prince,
He drowns like a hero...
"baby. you're the [right] kind of [wrong]" |
How can I be falling for you when I am clearly in love with him? |
Falling for you was the [[ worst ]] thing I could have ever done to myself. If I could have known that something as simple as f.a.l.l.i.n.g. would leave me with much more than just a scratch, I would have never done it. |