I wrote a poem into the wind
Improvisational melody And promptly forgot it I think the wind kept it
um you might have noticed I changed my gender. This is a kinda new thing, and I can't promise it'll never change again. (but then, changing is kinda the point, genderFluid) but yeah. :)
"promises are meant to be broken"
it is not meant to be broken it has BEEN broken it has been broken because you weren't honest it has been broken, because you didn't cared didn't care enough to fulfill it don't you know how that's really unfair? People make excuses for the promises they cant keep so they decided to blame it on fate when really, they're the ones who we have to hate promises aren't meant to be broken we aren't suppose to forget because someone out there is waiting...is hoping for it... so.... promises are meant to be kept...
Our days roll away like dropped coins.
Individual moments are continually lost, Often never to be reflected upon again. But the epochs of a full life remain, Safeguarded by the cushions of our couch, Waiting for when we are in need of a treat.
I talk to myself
So I can think to myself, And so I think to myself, What a horrible world. 'But why does it seem so pretty?' Because beauty is the best disguise For something so ugly inside. The horrors of this world are a well-kept secret.
They are, aren't they?
It's the horror within the beauty can harm us the most. Even more than just the horror alone.
where should I hide
my love. while I'm dying for you to notice me, you said that it better to be kept inside rather ruin the beauty of what it is now.
Tank of green
Liquid steam Bubbles rise Growing wise. All this pain That I feel There's no gain From this deal. Wired tubes Sticking out Glowing cubes Left no doubt.
Who else ready for this area 51 raid?
Thin fingers tending
Creeping ivy overhead Holding life inside
He said- If you tell, It will ruin my life. So I stayed silent- And let it ruin mine. T.E.