like a mild rash
I just want to scratch you off.
The more I do, the more it spreads.
I've accepted the fact there is no more room for me
within these walls.
That you built with your own blood and sweat.
I will bleed my own and sweat my own
and cry my own.
You'll see.
And all you're waiting for is to see me fall;
Ridicule my plight and seemingly meaningless fight.
Stood in your shadow far too long,
no more will I be always wrong.
In your eyes.
No more.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
iwantthissobadsoimustandifidontiwillbustcombustandrustonmyowndethrone
an open letter to make it better,
I can only look ahead,
no games,
all cards laid bare.
all in...
I'm here.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
lines dos
07:43... I miss you already.
I've a reason to smile.
Smile with me?
No more confusion, illusions, delusion, reclusion,
from what is possible, probable, true.
There, I've said it, I'll say it again...
I will run. With you.
What's begun and what's been done;
It's seems at first a big blur, but what's clear...now...
Is her.
And so ends this scene,
till once more we convene.
we know not when...
but convene we shall.
I've still a reason to smile.
It may yet last for a little while...
There, I've said it, I'll say it again...
I will run. With you.
What's begun and what's been done;
It's seems at first a big blur, but what's clear...now...
Is her.
And so ends this scene,
till once more we convene.
we know not when...
but convene we shall.
I've still a reason to smile.
It may yet last for a little while...
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