Not reflectingI painted their eyes at least a thousand of times, each time saying, that this was the last, absolutely last time.Not reflecting
He always laughed at me, saying, not painting was a way of asphyxiation, for me, that is. I screwed up the color of his eyes the next day and I don’t quite feel sorry yet.
This girlI knew this girl, that made me laugh even on the rainiest of days,This girl
that made me want a moment after I lost everything.
I knew this girl, that liked song just because of a melody or lyrics alone.
She was the sun that was never eclipsed she wouldn’t let herself be.
I knew this girl who loved those that allowed her to be loved. And hated with passion those that made her protect.
Yes…I knew this girl…
Down townIt is always like this.Down town
Whenever I talk to her,
Or every time when she ignores me, Everything shatters…
She either introduces me to new truths,
that oppose my accepted ones,
or she outright denounces my ideologies.
Despite this,
I can’t help being attached to her.
She who always provides me answers that momentarily suffice,
then bring me to more questions.
She who I never actually saw face to face,
yet touched my heart one too many times
in many different ways.
No one's secret to knowHe rushed away,No one's secret to know
trying hard not to turn back;
trying hard not to envision that sweet angel in his arms,
silver eyes yearning for his attention
and something more.
He wanted so badly to turn back;
to turn and crawl back
to lick up the tears,
to touch that trembling body until it was stable. His body… exhausted, but his mind refused to stop racing.
Even now, as he stood under the warm sun,
even after hours of aimlessly wandering the corridors,
he couldn’t help but think of what he had left behind.
“Was leaving angel
paper cranes and picket fencesi am folding you one thousand paper cranes because it is all we have left.paper cranes and picket fences
legend says that if i fold one thousand paper cranes, i will get a wish. i could wish for a pair of iridescent wings or an ocean in a teacup or just to finally be happy again, but i don't want any of that--with every crane i fold i am imagining you. one crane for the circles under your eyes, one crane for your jutting ribs, one crane for every seizure.
i love you and you're dying and i will run out of paper trying to fold your broken pieces into birds.
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you drew me a picture of us in the future. our houses were
The one
Love Dazed
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If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. & there is nothing more to it than that.
~ Brian Andreas
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There is a lifetime to be lived...
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"They gave us two shots to the back of the head."
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There is a lifetime to be lived...
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even after everything
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There is a lifetime to be lived...
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"They gave us two shots to the back of the head."
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