He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.
I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,