so many paths to tread ... from shadow to the edge of night. until the stars all alight.. distant shadow cloud and shade...cold as the northern lands.. forever winter close beside..how to chase away all the fears... so much to come threw, n sometimes it seems as though perhaps that one goal... that special moment that we feel we live and die for is too far.
jus love me... dont love what you think me to be or what you want me to be. not because i can get you what you want... accept me for me and all my flaws.. because som of them are unique and a few are quite fun... warm my soul.. let me make you laugh.. smile. for me.. for you.
maybe im sick.. maybe i love to hard and and maybe i dont give up right away... but you dont give up on those you love no matter where theve been, how hard they lived or the sins they have gone threw... if anything i think you should love more because of that and all the strength that it tool to become a butterfly in a world of worms and moths..
so many moths.....like being trapped in a lamp shade.. wings banging and burning..
to think without being scared of what others will think of your thoughts... to love them...for them to love me... for me.. for my sickness...for my love and my passion.. and to know that i wont ever give up on you...
hold our hand..grow old with us.. decay with us.. fall apart and piss off the young people with us.. we will fix as it breaks.. the furniture..our home..our bodies.. our hearts..our dreams.. learn with us..all the new things...and how to speak.. how to keep strength.. how to be weak.. how to be. to jus be
jus love me... dont love what you think me to be or what you want me to be. not because i can get you what you want... accept me for me and all my flaws.. because som of them are unique and a few are quite fun... warm my soul.. let me make you laugh.. smile. for me.. for you.
maybe im sick.. maybe i love to hard and and maybe i dont give up right away... but you dont give up on those you love no matter where theve been, how hard they lived or the sins they have gone threw... if anything i think you should love more because of that and all the strength that it tool to become a butterfly in a world of worms and moths..
so many moths.....like being trapped in a lamp shade.. wings banging and burning..
to think without being scared of what others will think of your thoughts... to love them...for them to love me... for me.. for my sickness...for my love and my passion.. and to know that i wont ever give up on you...
hold our hand..grow old with us.. decay with us.. fall apart and piss off the young people with us.. we will fix as it breaks.. the furniture..our home..our bodies.. our hearts..our dreams.. learn with us..all the new things...and how to speak.. how to keep strength.. how to be weak.. how to be. to jus be