I want to feel safe and content. Let's leave love to the losers who don't know better. The ones who haven't yet experienced the gut wrenching pain that devours every sinew of hope and fills you full of fake promises that will never be kept, never be followed through but instead will charge off the tongue in a naive furious blaze of energy, so eager to please.
I want something different.
I want US to create our own neolexia, something that nobody else has shared or can replicate. Something that is as unique as the rhythm -
that beats out -
in my chest -
when I hear -
your voice.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
All dark times before,
Dissipate like magic mist,
When I hear your voice.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC