All the while, all the ****** while, she stood there, waiting for me to unlock the gate in the wall But I was the fool, you see, to think I held the key For all the while, the prisoner was me, not she
I’m adrift in this lonely sea. Waiting for someone to rescue me. The water is as cold as ice. I feel like I am being crushed by a vice.
This is how I feel inside. Always thinking it would be better if I died. How can I feel so alone? All I want is a girl to call my own.
Can I have someone who really loves me? Or is that something that will never be? As I sink back into my head. The future is something I begin to dread.
I’m drowning in a sea of loneliness. I can’t help but embrace the coldness. So I am now lost at sea. I hope someone will miss me.
She is a summer and a winter person, a mountain and a desert person. The arches of her upper lip come to points above a bulge that she ***** into her mouth and picks at with her lower teeth. A girl once told her she had a perfect mouth. A boy once told her that her ******* were perfect teardrops. They would lay together as one. He would kiss her stomach while sliding his hand under her lower back. She would weave her hands into his hair and pull their faces together not to kiss but to stare into his pale blue eyes. She has green eyes, dark hair, and pale skin. He was similar only in skin. He was fall and spring, forest and river. Together they could have spanned the seasons. She loved him like the flower loves the soil. His eyes could see forever and she would watch their distant gaze and feel blind. The soil does not need the flower.