

need suggestions for itIt was a long drive to Baltimore,need suggestions for it
but I never minded long stretches of black pavement before now.
I pass the time but training my gaze
to passengers in passing cars -
the grey-haired Navy veteran, driving ten miles too slow;
the haggard mother,
shrieking baby in the back, curious toddler waving at my smile;
recently sixteen and fresh behind the wheel, a blonde beauty in the best convertible Daddy's money can buy.
But the scent of salt water and Old Bay brings my heart to be quick with a wish,
catch


BlurryI bet my ambivalence can drive you crazy -Blurry
I'll take you on a guilt trip, speeding down memory lane towards an ambiguous end.
How befitting a former lover, to dangle your heart on the precipice of demise, to hinder any progress towards passion and joy.
What I thought was my present has turned out to be my past, yet I keep praying to have you as my future. I try, but I can't see you without squinting, blurring the lines between reality and desire, being content and being happy.
How unfortunate that belon


Clap If You BelieveIt should take more than you to break me. My strength a fairy of despondency -Clap If You Believe
dying when I don't believe, hands in my pockets to keep from applause.
I remember five thousand hours ago when eye contact proved impossible -
you clutched that damned rosary she gave you, hoping God would help you find the words to admit I could never be enough.
There are only so many ways this could have ended. I wish you had chosen any other option than this.


Fool MoonShattered longing and twisted melodies tend to escape beneath a fool moon.Fool Moon
Sorrow and snow were carved into her skin, tracing the uncertainties of memories since forgotten.
She bloomed from an ice crystal in the dark of night, allowing the shadows to sustain -
beauty is fleeting, yet life is just as frail.
Her spirit will linger underneath the fool moon, trapped in a bamboo-and-lacquer cage, a silent memoir.
If love ends when life ends, it was never love.
i know for a fact that no matter how bad you wish that was true, you missy, are older than that
--
its been a long time,
luckily word's embrace doesnt go cold with time,
like a lovers.
ily!
--
"Take me the way I am."
*Elisa
--
Give me the desperation
to believe in your love // pain.
--
"Take me the way I am."
--
This B*tch Bites *FanGs*
--
Dying is an art. - Sylvia Plath
*Elisa
--
Give me the desperation
to believe in your love // pain.
--
Lost in saudade.
--
"Life's falling away from me..."
into you
Previous Page12345...Next Page