It's orange
It's white
It's red
It's bright
It's burning
It's blazing
It's love
It's hate
It's passion
It's desire.
It's nothing more than just a fire.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
The clock strikes twelve
And here we are
In this hour we dwell
As we cover up scars
In this hour we tell
As we gaze at the stars
In this hour we wish well
We like to believe we are smart
This hour is like a cell
Sending us back to the dark
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
When the hearts that are broken are put together
And the words that are unspoken say forever
I'll know that all the fairy tales weren't just lies
And I'll know that all the dead-end trails were very much alive
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC