I read somewhere that
one should never write...

Do i even have a reason to live?
Thoughts bouncing through my head...

I look at you, you look at me
a smile creeps onto my face...

Senses fade
into the white of the softness...

It isn't fair
how gorgeous she is...

I broke my heart again
you fixed it with your gentle hands...

Little whitewash bench glistens in the sun.
Too hot for a day so cold...

It gets really old
this game we're playing...

I'll curl my hair
and line my lips...

It's ok; I swear I'm fine.
I'm just talking to the dead again...

Just another teenage trend,
passing on the media breeze...

The rain's not falling anymore,
we're too damn close the July's end...