her smile tastes like apple juice
so crisp and colored in red
let's hope she survives another night
when she feels she's better off dead

love and possession can not be the same things
you can not hold a girl as an object and a queen
she deserves a real man
not a boy with scarred hands

Roses are red.
Violets are, violet .
But blue is what they said
And I just don’t know why yet.

Roses are red.
Violets are still violet.
And don’t ever forget
That I love your, eye lid.

Roses are still red.
Oops I guess violets ARE blue ;)
(Insert something cheesy)
Cuz baby I LOVE you!

relying on somebody else
all hope had deteriorated
misery
trouble bearthing
devastation
something was obliterated
her single sustaining thought
you are alone
suicide

I broke too much
of myself
thinking someone
could fix me.

I should have not
turned myself
to pieces
in the first place.

Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.

the color of my hair
the color of my heart
the color of the feeling
i feel when we're apart