♥The cold air never gets me down with the thought of him in mind. The dark streets blind my eyes but never my heart when waiting for him. Ill wait in a cold dark car for him to wake me up.
the days have past long without wreckoning that same checkered floor she used to love more than anything now tarnished and stained from the touch of animosity this town he knows is empty this bed he knows the same forever has choked on the past of all the things left behind her scent hiding next to him
i am slowly losing faith in the things i thought i once stood for. recognizable thoughts turn distorted. recognizable emotions...deformed. someone needs to make me bleed. unlike anyone ever has before. to the point of delerium where all else ceases to exist
im down on the ground with you ..knees to shambles..wrists bent like origami..mascara drenched tears cathing themselves on my lips..ha.this is all too familiar..
he spends his dreams in a bed of colors..red and black mostly..some greys..a couple stains here and there..the night got to him..we laughed it up and put on a play for the world to see..what was it that he said?..a 50 year old married couple..ah yes..crickets..the mini fridge and random screams..but other than that silence..the images are projected
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even though she is in an intolerable amount of pain she has so many wonderful memories of their love..the way his warm breath against her neck made her weak in the knees and how her heart raced as they shared their first kiss..or the plethora of emotions she felt the first time they made love..it was "almost like they were too intense for eachother
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