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Oh we had ideals,
That love was all you need,
Though I was none to love it seems.

Just a bridge with broken beams,
Bonding you with older dreams...

Thanks for doing this to me.
Work in progress (as they all are)

updated a bit, pretty pleased with how it feels.. hahah. sort of, you know?
I was so head over heels in love with you,
I put my head up my own ***.
Personally,  the single greatest thing I've ever written.
You probably sent him the same songs,
But I don't really sing along,
To other's tracks,
I'm my own balancing act.
My mind is morbidly obsessive.
How can I be a little more receptive?
I think you're just far too tempting...
Your eyes..
And that pouty little red thing
I need to stop feeling things,
I don't know if I can,
It seems I've traced the outline,
Of a land mine.
If I stop,
I die.
It just hurts quite a lot inside.
You told me to hold onto my dreams,
Without really knowing what I've been dreaming of.
Have you forced it from your mind?
Have we torched it, you and I?

I guess we've grown from here,
With fire on our side.
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