| in all honesty, it's honestly about truths and ideals. |
| in all honesty, it's honestly about truths and ideals. |


You AreI'm trying to write a melody meant t strengthen dreamsYou Are
far away places fade into distant memories and I'm awake to grins.
I try to write life into simple sentences lengthy and short. Crazy preparations for adulthood lead me straight into the cravings of a deranged rearrangement.
Life splits into two and I'm left wandering the crevices with three inch heels of
loneliness.


Tender Only To OneBecause baby,Tender Only To One
Tenderness is taught through hard words and heavy beatings, don't you know?
I tried to give back the longing felt within this tiered soul but every word used has been broken into layers condensed within a single glance.
You stole my dreams and never returned the pencil used to carve your niche into this world.
I thought I'd never find the someone who could break me into every little piece of beautiful until I found
a
boy, broken more than anything I've ever repaired.
Because


Goodbye Imaginative GrinsI knowGoodbye Imaginative Grins
it doesn't seem like it most of the time,
but I was
genuinely hurt and your words crushed me.
I tried capturing art with the essence of being,
only to be dubbed over-emotional.
Still, I let go and flung myself high into clouds that bore storms with no resemblance to humanity.
You know what you did and you know how your words
carved channels into a soul bloodied by the excesses of youth and underage indulgence.
I want to write a long love song worth absolut


Ambiguity is A big fat LoserI'm all alone with no one to turn to and there's nothing ambiguous about me.Ambiguity is A big fat Loser
You're hidden under a whole mountain of aloofness and all that's clear is the scent of your wonderful AXE aroma.
I like to think that within my poems, there's always this distinct feature about the boy I'm talking about.
Truth be told, I write far too many cliched love stories that hold no happy fairy-tale endings.
Truth be told, I don't want that happily-ever-after so much anymore.
| I am a tear in reality and you are the night of shady armor. |


NowYou'reGoneI'veMovedOnThe still smouldering butt hits the ground silently My foot to follow it's path And smother the glowing ashesNowYou'reGoneI'veMovedOn
I raise my hands To catch the ball And it sails straight into them My fingers curling Securing their grip
I re-adjust my grip And in the corner of my eye She's there And I thought I was used to that But not now Now she's in the arms of a stranger
The wind breaks my grip And the ball floats to the ground Bouncing silently to my feet My smile disappears And as much as I try I can't tear my eyes away &nbs
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I can't let myself fall down.
"I go to seek a Great Perhaps." ~ Francois Rabelais
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I can't let myself fall down.
"I go to seek a Great Perhaps." ~ Francois Rabelais
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You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
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I can't let myself fall down.
"I go to seek a Great Perhaps." ~ Francois Rabelais
it means a lot (:
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a n d a l l i n t h e c o l d l i g h t o f m o r n i n g
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I can't let myself fall down.
"I go to seek a Great Perhaps." ~ Francois Rabelais
Greetings from Estonia!
ooh. Estonia.
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I can't let myself fall down.
"I go to seek a Great Perhaps." ~ Francois Rabelais
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