This wreck is a boomerang It goes away and comes right back The dream I had was like real life I got angry and hurt someone The guilt was unbearable And even though their scars would fade with time, I would (forever) feel broken As if I was flawed.
Starting to think I'm flawed. Incapable of being your one and only. I don't deserve the dedication. Loyalty is a figment of my imagination. You say you'll love me no matter what, but I don't want your love if we're not building or leading towards something important. I don't want your love if there's another girl that feels like she has it too. Your words have no foundation when your actions don't match. Your inconsistency is driving me crazy.
- The Earth sings as water coats, both whispering with secrets and languages long lost. And upon both glides two beings born on land, made of water Both are transient, come death, they are vapor while one's of God's water, the majority are from the Devil's -
Seeing how we are made from water, and when we die we return to the dirt, I can say we've all had our angel and demon moments. No man's perfect after all. 210 FOLLOWERS!!! *** T-T Sankyuu so much! Lyn x
I hope that we can pick up roses hand them to each other rather than point weapons upon brothers & sisters. But a rose is a sour beauty for even thorns can bleed deeper than a dull sword.
We must speak to each other find solace in others humanity. For words can heal rifts that started long before we were born. But syllables latching on to the misgivings of insecurities can wound. Like papercuts on the mind, speaking to the shallow cradles swinging in a hateful wind of whispers flawed.
I wear glasses that I take of every now and then, I have a idealistically flawed view seeing the potential of us. But knowing we can fall harder than when can get up.