I'm Nat, I've been writing since I was 8 yrs old! |
Hot burning tears,
Sting like a bee...
You, standing there,
With the long brown hair...
Sour,
Guilty feeling on the hour...
My dreams are bleeding,
They feed the very part of my hunger...
Five pieces of jigsaw doesn't fit like a glove
I need the six to complete my love...
You are my rope.. Not my rock, Tie me down, don't let my troubles take me away........ |
I miss you, like the sky would miss the stars. |
If dreams were endless, there would be no reason to wake. |