Sublime wildflower
Why do you find a way to make my heart bleed like this?
Tears purple from the nebula of dying stars fall down my face as I try find reasons to carry on.
With thoughts over thought,
you appear as one.
I pour myself into you not because the feeling of vulnerability entices my mind/soul but because I am angry and tired,
Furious and exhausted to be exact.
Under the water I scream so loud but the silence surrounds me
But you hear it loud and clear so you fall in the deep and you always find me.
Its raining outside as I write this to you.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
Sublime wildflower
Why do you find a way to make my heart bleed like this?
Tears purple from the nebula of dying stars fall down my face as I try find reasons to carry on.
With thoughts over thought,
you appear as one.
I pour myself into you not because the feeling of vulnerability entices my mind/soul but because I am angry and tired,
Furious and exhausted to be exact.
Under the water I scream so loud but the silence surrounds me
But you hear it loud and clear so you fall in the deep and you always find me.
Its raining outside as I write this to you.
Stop. Just stop.
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