here i am sitting down thinking of the past trying so hard to hold on, make the memory last just looking around, trying to repeat "it's cool" but i know that i'm just fortune's fool looking around people look all the same wondering what is the world, it's all a shame the world has gone dark since when I was young so many words unsaid, like songs unsung i wish it could be like it was back then now it seems the world is full of evil men just listen to music, make yourself confined I mean look around you, there's nothing to find our eyes forgot what it's like to cry make the heart stiff,of how hard we try our body often compared to a temple all the words to make us feel mental here i am standing in the rain its the only thing making me sane done waiting for things to be great because i'm already tired of my fate ever get sick and tired, of being sick and tired? your body and routine like a robot, always wired think of all the people that you met how each had there own way to make you upset just here to wait for the bitter end rather don't speak, you don't want to offend like a ****** waiting for her next customer to have "fun" ashamed, so use to the feeling she waits patiently for it to be done so welcome to our world where no one gives a .... if your trying to enjoy it then i wish you the best of luck
there is no such thing as a sugarcoated truth, only the bitter and painful one
Lately when you’ve looked at the Facebook chat bar, you’ve noticed names that you haven’t spoken to in a long time. As if Facebook knows what has happened and is saying “Look! Other people exist in the world! You had a past before all of this.” Too soon, Facebook. Even memories excluding him somehow manage to involve him all the same. You spent 5 years in Toronto, and only at the tail end did you two learn each other and find a love that was ******* brilliant. And now Toronto is a landmine. U of T is tarnished and bleak. The ROM, the TTC, Every quaint and adorable breakfast cafe, Mexican eatery, Starbucks. Tragic. And **** Queen’s Park. And **** High Park. **** dog parks too because maybe at some point you walked past one together. And the bookstore. Never again. You loved that bookstore (it brought you him). And death to bubble tea, and 0 calorie vitamin water. (No one should ever experience the misfortune of 0 calorie vitamin water, but it’s a memory, so it hurts). And **** board game cafes. Even though the only game you actually managed to finish was Jenga. But that’s because you were falling for him and you would rather talk for hours than look away from his face to read too-long instructions. Catan could wait. A different world ago you suffered in a city too congested for the likes of your small-town spirit. And somehow you found life there. Would have gone back there. And he will never know.
Sweetly loving on my lips, swooning when you grab my hips Sweet as honey with every sip, causing my intoxication To bite your lip, and grin at me, drowning me deeper in serenity Your lovely tongue, oh my, a heatwave to my mind You've awestruck me with many waves of this pleasure Strong enough to send the innocent into whiplash You handsome brute, taking everything else out of my sight My legs turn to jelly when you hold me so tightly, I've lost this fight Causing waves of commotion a force of ***** insanity forming
Let my melody drug you, Our experience won't be boring As my seductive lips craft your every moan, calling me, echoing Your eyes fall back and you'll fall into a rippling sensation of bliss All along I've been your gift Making dreams come true in just the simplicity of a kiss Sometimes love bites But, you like that I insist