with shivering hands
and silent footseps,
we are the children of
gore, misery and pain
we turned to wolves
and broke the people who
did nothing but live their lives
in sweetness
we are blunt
and boring little
creatures
who prowl
the outside world
with care
c.s
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
some of us
have wrecked souls
ones that wish
on the people we once were
our hearts are crisp,
burnt and
destroyed by love
and bitterness
we have to learn
and listen to ourselves
from those 3 am morning
to 6 pm night
our bodies are torn
from reality
our minds hopelessly
wandering the cities in our
heads
c.s
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC
she had a heart that
could light up the sky
she had a smile that
would brighten the gloom
on a winters morning
but she hid her beauty
beneath scarves and
long sleeved shirts
she didnt show off that
beauty until
he told her what
she had
that day she learned
that not every
thing is judged by
the outside.
italic c.s
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 4:55 PM UTC