Two sickly birds,
In their nest of salt, And it's not their fault. What do they know?
With what I've gone through?
On the other end of the stick, It's a sick kind of feeling: Once, I knew you. Hollow words echo, speaking Of what was then. And now I Ask when? This love that Rests, and has not died. When do hearts mend? How long before love grows strong again? What will it take, will you ever understand? Sumus qui sumus Ego sum qui sum
Government Neglects Our Requests. America Needs Concrete Education
when you're gone i can't land alright nothing holding me back gravity pushes me in agreeance good riddance i was never apart of the blueprint there wasn't a plan space out and decide to implode your immaturity exceeds normalcy crushed
not a day goes by where i don't think of you
and i hate myself for it
what a fool i am
i met you young
dumb and full of angst you reached out to hold my hand, i recoiled back but it wasn't you you told me you loved me i was shocked into disbelief no, that couldn't be true i bore the flak for telling you what i thought i knew twenty now, a fresh man i could see how you did i can see how you can too bad I didn't know it then