How do my lips feel?. Can you feel my struggle?. Emotions held in since childhood. And it's my turn to let you know. . Stepped on, walked on, abused, refused.
Sometimes old habits die hard. And I don't know how I've managed. To live like this but I have. . Its a lust for the spur of the moment. It makes me content.
Let's take a break from this. So you can quickly start with that. If I could show you how would I feel right now. Maybe it's jealousy, maybe it's me knowing.
This is me saying goodbye to you. From this day forward I won't think about you. This is me placing a mental blanket over our times together. . Goodbye to you goodbye to us.
we are born then we start to experience.... with experience we begin to age. we grow old. we look back into our days growing up. then we die. i wonder what it would feel like to die with someone.
It's not your fault. . I dream of days when I can wake up to you. To be held in your arms. To be carried over the street for what seemed to be eternity.
You've disappeared but the thoughts remain. So thick that I can grab them. Why can't I forget all those times?. Why do I remain writing these lines?. Why should I complain about defeat?.
How can I love one thing?. How can I love one thing?. How can I love one thing?. How can I love one thing?. . Welcome to my life. It's staring you right in the face.
Countless scuffles, countless battles, countless wars. Where did the art of communication go end result. Some walk away with a feeling of victory. While many get to live the rest of their lives with loss.