Nov 2010
These words don't feel right to me.
And why should they?
These words aren't mine.
They belong to the hopeless romantics
With vocabulary and experience.
The ****** novels
That become the handbook for the lustful empty.
These words don't taste right on my lips.
They are false.
Meaningless.
Wrong.
And why should they?
These words aren't mine.
They belong to the hopeless romantics
With vocabulary and experience.
The ****** novels
That become the handbook for the lustful empty.
These words don't taste right on my lips.
They are false.
Meaningless.
Wrong.
this poem can also be found here http://torturedxsoul.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=24#/d2tez4w
i didn't steal this poem, this is my original work, and this is a second profile of mine. please dont copr or redistribute.
i didn't steal this poem, this is my original work, and this is a second profile of mine. please dont copr or redistribute.
