November 2011
3 posts
Wind
You try to produce something beautiful, but all that comes out is sadness. You try to regain your sanity, but you’re being choked by your madness.
Wind tangles your hair in a nest of unmanageable fury. The leaves that are swirling intermingle with your worry. So shut your pretty little eyes to the world you’re hiding from. Pretty little darling, your thoughts are a smoking gun.
Your...
is Me
You could say he was the one to push you to the utmost max. He started things, yes, he laid down the tracks. You both were the actors, but he read you the acts, You rehearsed, you cursed, verse by verse, can’t turn back.
Intoxicated to mental death, The hands of passion around your neck, Trying what’s worse, but doing what’s best. The second chapter to prelude the rest.
And...
Anonymous asked: Are you dating Ricky Labuda?