She made her skin her canvas to draw on.
Her paintbrush is a blade.
The paint color is red.
- Marclesza Gee
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
Why people can't be painfully honest without sounding so desperate?
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
I don't feel sad.
I don't feel pain.
I don't feel like crying.
I don't feel like I exist.
I don't feel anything.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
If only it were me
who collected your tears like rain
Followed there tracks
Kissed them gently
from your cheeks to your chin
If only it were me
beside you in your car
who heard your breaking heart
when you cried in the dark
If only it were me
who hugged you
on your first heart-break
Wrote your stories
when you're too scared to speak
If only it were ME instead of HER.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
I have nothing to hide
If you think I'm gonna lose it yesterday,
Well, you're ******* wrong
Because today, I survived!
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
His love for her is so high
But she holds her heart tight
She doesn't want to fall hard
She's afraid of heights
His love for her, like the sun, it shines
Still, she covers her eyes
She doesn't want to get blind
His love for her is so deep
But she doesn't know how to swim
And she doesn't want to sink
- Marclesza Gee
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
I really did love you,
but you're a bookworm
and I was just another book you read
I really did love you,
but you have a sweet-tooth
and I was just another chocolate you ate
I really did love you,
but you love to play fire
and I was just another match you lit
I really did love you,
but you were a chain-smoker
and I was just another pack of cigarettes
- Marclesza Gee
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
You tell us to be who we are
But then judge us when you see our scars.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
I can't paint you anything
because the amazing images
in my head can't be drawn
by anybody's hands
Nor can I sing you a song
'Cause I think your golden voice
is much way bettter than mine
Nor can I play for you
'Cause my hands tremble
when my mind sends me
to the idea of you, watching me
Nor can I build you a beautiful house
And I guess I don't need one
'cause you are my home
But I can cook you dinner
Massage your head
and brush your hair
Hug you all day
when things are
just too much to bear
I'm not the best at everything,
but I can be very good to you.
- Marclesza Gee
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC