cry-out.i know i won't make this any better by making my heart beat records, but i can't help trying.cry-out.
i just hopes she'll hold
you tight and together. and yet it aches to know she's the reason you're so happy now.
don't look at me that way, don't look
don't look away.
let me cry [out] all that's never been said. so i can say goodbye at last. don't let me say
''goodbye.''
we're breaking becauseyour eyes would flash and my breath would catch up in memories. i'd have problems breathing and keeping my smile in place. knowing what your skin feels like on fire makes me want moreandmoreandmore of the you i can't have. the you i used to have. or maybe not.we're breaking because
do you know. every day you're a little more perfect. and i'm no longer the only one that longs for your touch. but everyone knows i do and nobody knows i know they do too.
i'm wasting dream after dream on you. and every morning at waking up the nightmare starts.
i'm hurting h
follow in your own footprints.so her heart ran off with her head under its armpit, sweating dirty lies all over it.follow in your own footprints.
she's running after but there's nothing to keep her blood and feet running, no brains to show her the way.
she's so lost now.
she doesn't remember how to feel beautiful in any other way as sticking one thin finger down her airway. she doesn't remember how to feel in any way besides keeping her hand in the fire until it glows red whispering it'll make her stronger.
in any guy's lap she searches the warmth yours had. but no touch but the fire's &nb
hurry up and wait. - collabdear boy,hurry up and wait. - collab
why is it that you are always running? i see you sprint away from the sickeningly picturesque home-studded streets, away from your cardboard-cutout parents, away from everything, even me, for that matter. but as much as the sound of your sneakers against the pavement has become the pounding of my heartbeat, there is no way for me to catch up to you.
dear girl,
the way the world comes and goes and comes and goes on the rhythm of my feet reminds me of how you'd come, but before we'd be entangled you'd be gone, reminds me of how you'd have sli
I'm letting goI'll let my soul drift for awhile let my spirit graze by strangers my tears spout curiosity until someone grabs my passing hand holds my fingers to their face and says "tell me where this dream has been"I'm letting go
I'm going to let the hurt go for a bit and let the wind blow my emotions between the grass and leaves, like a miracle you just missed.
I'll blink my eyes slowly, inhaling the tastes of passing ghosts.
I'm going to dance, with vodka in my hand and my playful heart on top my lips.
I'll imagine a better yesterda
i'm a lumberjack and i'm okdear secret admireri'm a lumberjack and i'm ok
what makes you think i have any need for someone else in my life. what makes you think that i have an abscess in my soul that only you can fill. i am not like most girls, i am not who you think i am. i don’t need you. don’t dare to think that i am nearly as nice as you think i appear to be. i am a mean person. as an unoffical hobby, i mock people like you. i mock you and laugh at your misfortune because, above all else, i am a sadist. i don’t need you to help me like mysel
screenlight loveletters.
Yearning
i just want you to know i think your work is excellent
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smile on! life is a beautiful thing!
Avvie made by =SunsetDeamon<3
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so stand on the edge with me, hold back your fears and see;
nothing is real till it's gone
hold on before it's too late, we'll run till we leave this behind
dont fall, just be who you are - its all that we need in our lives
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smile on! life is a beautiful thing!
Avvie made by =SunsetDeamon<3
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i was pulling out my heart so i could pin it to my sleeve
red hands
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so stand on the edge with me, hold back your fears and see;
nothing is real till it's gone
hold on before it's too late, we'll run till we leave this behind
dont fall, just be who you are - its all that we need in our lives
Sorry for the lateness, been busy!
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We're all broken angels
With our wings dragging in the dust
Feathers torn out
Littering the path behind us
With words and promises
We've forgotten
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"house?"
"no, it's your other friend from the asylum."
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so stand on the edge with me, hold back your fears and see;
nothing is real till it's gone
hold on before it's too late, we'll run till we leave this behind
dont fall, just be who you are - its all that we need in our lives
Have a pandy balloon!
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I am a poet, but sometimes words fail me.
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