Friday, June 16, 2006
my star:
still falling.. I wanna complain but it's a crime.. breathless and on again.. I guess other people has it worse.. inside today.. my heart burns.. beside me today.. that's what I'm trying to avoid entirely.. a round broken in two.. I'm torn between what I want.. 'til your eyes shed into dust.. and what I need.. like two strangers turning into dust.. it's a winding road.. 'til my hand shook the way of fear.. I wish I had the strength.. I could possibly be fading.. I wish I could stop caring.. or have something more to gain.. I need that comfort.. but I could feel myself growing colder.. I need that distraction.. I could feel myself under your fate.. possibly, unexpectedly.. under your fate.. hopefully not, but undoubtedly.. It was you.. the lines on your skin.. breathless and tall.. I could never forget.. I could feel my eyes turning into dust.. I wish I was numb.. like two strangers turning into dust.. but it'll pass.. turning into dust.. like most things do..
posted by spes 2:37 am
posted by spes 2:37 am
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comfort is nice, but then maybe things are simpler when we're numb.
u write well dude. very very well
u write well dude. very very well
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