Saturday Night.
I have no need to explain myself,
I am what you created.
As the artist who painted this canvas,
you especially should understand
the portrait I call myself.
If you find me to be a disappointment,
it’s your own **** fault.
I catch myself forgetting the
little things about you,
My puzzle is left unfinished.
Secretly, I believe
that I am somewhere in the middle of
Life
and
Death.
Just waiting until
I get the courage to close my eyes
and take the escalator
up and away from
Void's emptiness.
Into the heightened arms of Love.
Catch me, if I fall.
Sunday Morning
Time flies by
and I'm still here lost without you.
I am someone that
came from nothing at all.
All i can remember from that night
was,
running home to the Sun.
I found myself passed out beside a toilet.
I got a hangover and fresh start.
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 4:13 AM UTC
Saturday Night.
I have no need to explain myself,
I am what you created.
As the artist who painted this canvas,
you especially should understand
the portrait I call myself.
If you find me to be a disappointment,
it’s your own **** fault.
I catch myself forgetting the
little things about you,
My puzzle is left unfinished.
Secretly, I believe
that I am somewhere in the middle of
Life
and
Death.
Just waiting until
I get the courage to close my eyes
and take the escalator
up and away from
Void's emptiness.
Into the heightened arms of Love.
Catch me, if I fall.
Sunday Morning
Time flies by
and I'm still here lost without you.
I am someone that
came from nothing at all.
All i can remember from that night
was,
running home to the Sun.
I found myself passed out beside a toilet.
I got a hangover and fresh start.
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