Oh Baby, you've done.
Captured my essence
and made me think
that
I
exist.
For a
slit-wrist second
in "time".
Until them sparks
make fire.
& take you up in his flames.
A bad dream.
Filmed right between my
starry-eyes.
Soul Photography,
uhhhh
Flashbacks of missin' you.
Until then,
I will be all black
& nothing more.
Than a wannabe-writer in the
mourning.
And a secret-screamer at night.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC
Oh Baby, you've done.
Captured my essence
and made me think
that
I
exist.
For a
slit-wrist second
in "time".
Until them sparks
make fire.
& take you up in his flames.
A bad dream.
Filmed right between my
starry-eyes.
Soul Photography,
uhhhh
Flashbacks of missin' you.
Until then,
I will be all black
& nothing more.
Than a wannabe-writer in the
mourning.
And a secret-screamer at night.
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