When you fall in love, they become flawless but what’s dangerous is sometimes you’re meant to see those flaws.
July 2014
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I believe I’ve already met my soulmate and even if I’m not his, the memory makes me smile because it was truly beautiful.
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Read more: broken promise
we said forever
but i’m in the hereafter
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Read more: advice to a writer would be…?
face death, get your heart broken, have everything you’ve ever worked for taken away – i think people need to truthfully understand emotions to grasp words.
but one thing – when i know i’m in a moment, i always write down my surroundings, conversations, etc.
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Read more: my apologies
there was once a prince whose dishes ran with kisses
but seconds were fine, my seconds were dust anyway
i lie, laugh, rumble with thoughts that lead to him
the skies a dim grey, i’m fine — i know life goes on and eventually the switch will flipi’ll whip the chain and he’ll be mine some day
but life that way, where you need someone to surrender under spell
i’ll only dwell and the imaginary cell will reappear
we’ll go back and i’ll remember your hair, every follicle
the hallways and random closed entrywaysi’ll dance for days and enter the trance the same way
i can’t live this way, i can only hold the corridors for so long
my soul becomes lost and i sit past gone with a face of daze
and my life suddenly becomes ways of you and days where i can’t stop thinking of how, where, whyi die and inside it’s high tide — i can’t hide, i can’t free, i can’t be me
the only thing i know is i can’t be with and i don’t want to miss
you need to leave because in the eve it’s you and i know it’ll always be
i roll up my sleeves, lift off my knees — i know they’ll never exceedbut please, at least for me — go on and leave, surrender your key
i’ll always miss, i’ll always love but under grey and gloomy days
you’ll be on my mind, my eyes and my lingering cries
how your fingers felt, the way we dealt and how i held
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Read more: dreamer
i look at the moon, i know you see it too
it feels like we’re standing close, breathing the same air
they warned me about people like you
the ones with shades, different truthsi light my candle, look over and remember your handles
i laugh, i smile, become saddened and filled with remorse
but because i had no mind of my own — what’s mine was yours
and it was a tour that had ended in gorei don’t hate you, i hate what you did to me
can’t believe how you could leave with such ease
the way you live without keys and from tree to tree
maybe i’m jealous that you’re so carelessyou live without means and i live in dreams
a machine of many jeans while i live in a variety of scenes
not saying you’re a whore or that you love opening and closing the door
but i ask for more and i love a war while you play in nothing morethe score, it plays — a melancholy feel for yesterday
you and i, the day we played in memories of what used to be
but i’m not mad, i’m not sad — the word i might use is glad
that i did and i had the experience to feel something so grand
while you lie and stroke your hand on something that has no plan