What is writing to me? |
Searching for feeling, but feeling left out
Leave out my depression, people dont want to hear...
These bruises collect, and
They won't stop bleeding...
Love is
The greatest, and...
I Miss You
I miss those summer nights...
Finally I realize
Under the moonlight we kissed...
Sometimes I think Life is a dementor, and death is my patronus. |
We are captives our our own identity, living in prisons of our own creation. |
There is no true hate. Only Love. The only reason we "Hate" anyone, is because we once loved them. |