Jan 2015
I look beyond the horizon.
The colors of the sky mesh together,
Like I mix ***** and lemonade,
Drinking away my heartache.
I feel numb on the inside.
I pretend to be happy on the outside.
Two cigarettes and a broken heart.
The stinging sensation burns a feeling of belonging.
Just like ***** and Tears.
The colors of the sky mesh together,
Like I mix ***** and lemonade,
Drinking away my heartache.
I feel numb on the inside.
I pretend to be happy on the outside.
Two cigarettes and a broken heart.
The stinging sensation burns a feeling of belonging.
Just like ***** and Tears.
This is not mine. It was my best friends before he quit writing. And so I took it upon myself to put his work out there
