aliceblack

I guess I just wish I had someone to talk to sometimes.

Heavy heart, heavy mind, heavy tears, call them mine.
Life me up, if you can. I'm a tree, without land.

Of all the things I've kept my own I hold my memory the tightest. Vast throes of white oleander, reaching out in rows like roots. Thousands of tiny green hands and fings.ers hissing in the breeze clutching peppered blossoms in the Summer. A kin to poison, though the very sweetest kind. We were emperors and kings there, as in any childhood. The smell of acorns...
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A liar holds his lies like a mother holds her children.
Love grows like black tar. Thick but for the short distance in time spent exhisting.
Honesty is small, and only comes in quick flashes.
My heart is tired. It's cold here and I can hear the cracks with even beat.
Hammer on ice, I'm a fool and always have been.
Take me away from...
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Love's a bitch.

I wake from a dream of destruction,
Rain of brimstone that matches my stride.
Im there watching my own deconstructuon
While the smoke fills my lungs and my eyes.