let's hear it for
these angsty
weepy poems
from our broken hearts
well
maybe we should
pretty boys
and pretty girls
we forget
all of us
how fragile we are
let's
isolate ourselves
in our feelings
(they hurt)
when we forget ourselves
and love
too hard
and miss
too much
and want
too suddenly
without knowing
just how deep
we're digging ourselves
when it hits, it hurts
our words
are our
defense
we mean them
i mean them
for you.
It's worth it, this
fragility
for our childish bliss
in reckless, disasterous
abandon.
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 5:14 PM UTC
let's hear it for
these angsty
weepy poems
from our broken hearts
well
maybe we should
pretty boys
and pretty girls
we forget
all of us
how fragile we are
let's
isolate ourselves
in our feelings
(they hurt)
when we forget ourselves
and love
too hard
and miss
too much
and want
too suddenly
without knowing
just how deep
we're digging ourselves
when it hits, it hurts
our words
are our
defense
we mean them
i mean them
for you.
It's worth it, this
fragility
for our childish bliss
in reckless, disasterous
abandon.
