Sep 2015
Either my world is ideal,
With true loves existence and fairy tale endings
A world seen through sunshine's golden eyes
Or its a dark desolate place,
With whispering voices of "you'll never be enough"
Oh sunshine sear away the tar that holds the ocean down
With true loves existence and fairy tale endings
A world seen through sunshine's golden eyes
Or its a dark desolate place,
With whispering voices of "you'll never be enough"
Oh sunshine sear away the tar that holds the ocean down
I have no idea.....
I wrote this a while ago and it was sitting as a draft so I thought, "Eh, why not post it...."
When I re-read most of my work all I can think is "What. the. heck" and yet I keep writing.
I wrote this a while ago and it was sitting as a draft so I thought, "Eh, why not post it...."
When I re-read most of my work all I can think is "What. the. heck" and yet I keep writing.
