Careless whispers and breathless whimpers were left stained upon these walls. Now those borrowed moments and ill-fated components can be effortlessly recalled.
I thought this story was going to be put down, But now I don't want it to end... It started quite sour and melancholy, But the pages have begun to transcend...
That painful reality doesn't want to coexist with reason... So disbelief disguises truth with doubt and confusion...
How can I ever recognize myself if I cannot even trust my reflection?
It seems perpetual... these incessant feelings for you. Spirals of unfettered tenderness... Mixed between breaths of angry déjà vu...
You were torn, ripped, and fraying at the edges... With faded colors and careless smudges. Self-destruction had since deemed you worthless... Yet my hand craved the cracks that had formed upon your surface.
Pieces of her scattered freely into the frigid night air... Gray and weightless like ash.
Sentences sprinkled with white pixie dust and blue smitten lies... Hold words crafted carefully to keep the truths disguised.
The shade has fallen under the tree... so take my hand and lie there with me. Our calloused hands and haunted green eyes... can then tangle together under mostly clear skies.
They spewed from behind your coffee- stained teeth... Uncensored, unmerciful, and undeniably concrete.