iii. drip dropi'm crying the stars from above my eyes glitter desperate for bliss the beat is contagious drip drop drop; drip.iii. drip drop
"neverending. isn't it? they taste like saltwater. but where'd they go?"
"don't worry, theres more. they're neverending.."
ii.3:48am { Singing songs of sorrow. }ii.
Flashbacks of the smell of rain a promenade around the park following the sidewalk set only for us to follow. the picking of desdemonas. the ryhthm of your voice.
Looking passed my window connecting the only two stars my eyes can see.
They're too far apart; centuries away. star-crossed lovers. centuries away.
3:51am { Silence of a heartbeat. }
untitled with ways to liveThis cigarette burns as if time has stopped, and you threw your last piece of my heart- out the window. 100 miles an hour and i've become your cement, poured and plasted; these tears run thick. Pryed away with the rusted spade, &nuntitled with ways to live
All Forms of FailureI'm choking with black tar resin, Catch my breath with the weathered glove; I float through like the pieces of me that are broke.All Forms of Failure
Forget living; Death is like a game, I'm losing. With an effort to try and smiles to break
Nightshade in SpringHidden part of my heart locked away your name engraved always to stay branded on my loveNightshade in Spring
no other can claim this part of me is yours, always lasting beyond swirls of cosmic dust supernova suns
waiting to bloom like nightshade in spring to poison my soul with your treacherous name i wait for you Always
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Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow... (Portobello Road - Bedknobs and Broomsticks)
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The pencil is my life..... a pieces of paper and one pencil, nothing else and you've got the world in your hands.
ARTESILVIA
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