Music can build you up, tear you down, reinvent your future and make you feel so wholeheartedly desperate that you just want to rip your heart out
- now, every one interprets music differently-
So...after you ripped it from your chest...
What did you do, give it away?
Or, burn it, so the temptation is gone?
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
I lie here, alone, next to you
My back to your wall, your back
I wade through the intolerable amounts of sadness
I cling to it- at least it is familiar
If I don't strive for more, for better, I won't be let down
I can't lose another piece, of my soul.
There's no resolve left, I'm a shell
Next to you, alone, I die here
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
"When you have given everything
(As it appears to the onlooking eye)
And in return you get sweet nothings whispered under the cover of night
When these are the happenings, even when you keep yourself guarded
When you had thought that protecting yourself was that easy
When the wall you put up fell without putting up the slightest fight
You realize there was no wall, there was only a shifty guard that crumbled at the slightest possibility of-
Love
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
What they don't know
Is that I cover up the pain with a fake glow of contentment
And in their assumption
Normalcy is expected
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC