I'm lyss. writing is one of the only conforts i know. its my life basically. I dont know what i would do without it. |
The words meant to be spoken are as elusive as the...
Does the writing of these words have any true...
Speak to me. Offer me some comfort other than the...
The flame that consumes all shall be my...
How long ago was it?
when no longer could i make the pieces fit...
What is that which burdens thy heart? Be it unruly love? Or mayhap it be regrets from times of past? Whatever it may be, let not it take place in thy heart and cast shadows over the light which shines from thy person. For no other is as you are . |
Love is dead, and with it we too have died. |
Here i am, picking myself off the floor once more. |