Twelve twenty-seven*
I'll carry this memory
Of hell and heaven

Where is everyone?

I need a true- friend..... Just to hang-with-me. No- Judgment-- just harmony.... U- Be-You and I'll-Be-Me. Yeah! Even-If, We're hanging from this tree! Hang-With-Me!

your reflection is only a light perception of yourself
but to me your a self reflection of myself...

Mistakes.
Yeah, we're all humans and we're not perfect so they're normal
But thing is I keep making them every single time.
It's like someone telling you to not go through this certain path because there's a hole, and you see the hole and you assure them that you won't, but that's the first thing you do.
You then get out of the hole, but you keep going through that same path again.
And that's me. I keep going through that path and falling and getting out, falling and getting out, until one day I'll  fall again and won't be able to climb back out.

Drawn between pages one and two, making the social media rage and angrily stew. Pulled apart in the internet, sectioned piece by piece. Thus goes the crucifixion of my character with every single tweet. Posting to face book rocks the internet. Oh but their not done tormenting me yet. All of the pages rave about what was I said, your not being berated unless your misquoted at least ten times, but not to worry your cover shot will be just fine. Now days with fame and fortune what is in a name, just be forced to the cyber walk of shame. You will be a star and obtain riches galore, just because your crucified as someone's little *****.

Ive given up
on you,
on me.
On you and me.

For you will
never
Be for me.

And thats
OK.
Or at least
it will be.

We fell in love with the flames that crackled from within us,
Not understanding what we were delving into,
Nor what could happen as a result of our love.

We fell in love with the passion
That unfolded in front of us, so abstract and foreign
To our young minds.

We fell in love with each other and
Started making our way toward truly understanding
Real love in all of its glory.