| Her heart swells. can't say a word. "because i'll be left behind". |
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| Love. love. we never had our fill of it. It left the body excited. Transparent. Lost. seeped through the skin. ripped through the heart. gone. |
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| Visions.Memories linger in the air. Dust builds on the piano keys. Rooms echo with hollowness. Halls seem to stretch farther. Empty. But full of energy. Reminisce. Looking through the half open glass door. I breathe the scent of freshly fallen rain. Fingers press against the glass. I grin. Smile. This is my home. Even if it's no longer mine. |
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| The spoken word. The silent mind. Hesitant but honest. Though the tune may not flow smooth. The song is from the heart. Embedded in the melody. Obstacles so far. May every moment in our lives remain. Not a 'piece' of mind. But a whole of heart. |
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| My mind rings of pain. slowly. day by day it grows. My heart aches of denial. slowly. day by day it expands. Senses have reached an ultimate high. So vulnerable in lust for an independence. I want to run. So far, so fucking fast. My fear of having too much, going to far... caught up to me. And now I'm stuck. Nothing is clear. I've lost myself. My mind is running too fast and I can't keep up. If the mind wasn't linked to the heart. I would have nothing to fear. I would have nothing to feel. I miss feeling numb.
See an eye in the corner. Why the fuck do i care. |
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