Nico, short for nicolette . seventeen. april twenty five. I plan to write more on my spare time, |
Memories, memories, flow through my head.
Unforgotten memories that dwell in my head...
Answers I desire, but none you do offer.
I guess I am your unspoken lover...
Snow , snow falling down.
Falling lightly on the ground...
I'm a heartless woman made of stone.
I sneak up behind you and extend a chill that...
You linger, I tingle.
Your touch invades. You make your own way...
Smashing windows with bone-crushed hands.
Yelling curses of dangerous demands...
Those days that came without you,
Made my pale, silk skin blue...
You linger, I tingle.
Your touch invades. You make your own way...
Not even gravity.
No gravity can't...
I'm a heartless woman made of stone.
I sneak up behind you and extend a chill that...
Romeo and Juliet |
Five feet away, |
Feed your faith and your fears will starve to death. |