I Break my Bones

                           destoy the mind?
Letters from an old friend
                    I
Cant Even

                                         See how this will end
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I follow my own way now


                                                           ­           Into the darknezz

                                                       ­       Dead?
                                                    ­                  I walk
                                                            ­                        around
                                  ­                                                            in a world of
                                                              ­                                                   Mirrors
                                   Everybody is the same
                                                            ­        nobody is no one
                                                   Except me I know I walk
                                            So I walk
Into
the
Darknezz

You used to tell me that I spoke beautifully
but maybe it was just the words that I wrote down at 4am
because those 4am nights were seemingly becoming a thing
and I needed time to process you
and do all I could to put you on paper
so I said that you fit me nicely.
But since then I haven't heard from you much
and it seems that you've taken my beautiful words
and turned them into the ground and planted yourself a future
and you've given yourself hope that maybe you'll hold something beautiful someday.
But rainy days pass
and you've hidden your sun away
and I'm starting to think that I might not be a part of your beautiful future
so I won't suffocate you with the words you've stolen from my tongue
cause I can still taste them on my lips
inches from where yours used to be when you told me
you'd stay forever.

*spinningheads-andmessybeds

A shooting star shot me
with a 50. caliber of beauty
while I was standing guard
in the middle of my duty.

There I stood in silence
in the middle of the night.
Reminded of your smile
that is brighter than light.

Dreaming of those eyes
that illuminates my heart
and banish the gloom
that once tore me apart.

And as the shining sun rose
blooming beautifully slowly.
I thanked you once again
For not keeping me lonely.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I am chatting with a stranger
Her smile did not change
My brain is screaming danger
But my heart is out of range

This girl right in front of me
I could read her like a book
How great it once used to be
But a word was all it took

The yes in "yes, I love you"
A young man's confession  
I didn't know what else to do
Than answering her question

The truth truly ripped us apart
Our roads became divided
And I was left with a broken heart
But once again our paths collided

And now I look at her again
As she was the skies above
A stranger a lover, a friend
A girl I will always love.