Blood ran black beneath the moonlight...
Im one of the chosen few that fell for you...
you came to me like a dream, the kind that always leaves.
Sit down, please make yourself comfortable...
I might need some time
to dance around what I need to say,
I love you to death.
I spend my days worried out loud,
I gag in my head, I choke it back down.
It hurts me inside to save your insides,
so close my lips tight, move eyes to the side.
This is the way we disappear.
It's easy if you burnout like a star.
This is the way we disappear.
I suppose it just doesnt get any better than this.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink, I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You'll love the eyes. Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less you'll want to know.
How many people really know me? how many really want to know. Fuck if I know. and they all wonder why Im so cynical. Heh.
I wonder how many people read my journal and understand where Im coming from? or if they even understand my words. eh fuck.
I am forever in a dream. I am forever crying. My tears are what keep me sane
Smiles are not more than (empty love)
On my birtday I want this one person to call me and remember me for who I always was to him. I know he wont, But alas things cant be perfect all the time.
LETTING GO IS MY LIFE
Vanity
Im one of the chosen few that fell for you...
you came to me like a dream, the kind that always leaves.
Sit down, please make yourself comfortable...
I might need some time
to dance around what I need to say,
I love you to death.
I spend my days worried out loud,
I gag in my head, I choke it back down.
It hurts me inside to save your insides,
so close my lips tight, move eyes to the side.
This is the way we disappear.
It's easy if you burnout like a star.
This is the way we disappear.
I suppose it just doesnt get any better than this.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink, I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You'll love the eyes. Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less you'll want to know.
How many people really know me? how many really want to know. Fuck if I know. and they all wonder why Im so cynical. Heh.
I wonder how many people read my journal and understand where Im coming from? or if they even understand my words. eh fuck.
I am forever in a dream. I am forever crying. My tears are what keep me sane
Smiles are not more than (empty love)
On my birtday I want this one person to call me and remember me for who I always was to him. I know he wont, But alas things cant be perfect all the time.
LETTING GO IS MY LIFE
Vanity
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