I fight....... to keep my dreams alive alive alive but* everyday they seem to die die die once in a while I'm able to revive revive revive ...but.. *why?
Hold fast to dreams For is dreams die Life it a broken bird that cannot fly. --Langston Hughes
Don't tell me That the words you speak Are not sharp And jagged When Your lips brush against my skin And your whispers sink into flesh Whispers that draw blood I can't say no Clenching words Won't let me go