writing is my therapy don't bully me
We will never have tomorrow, It will always be today. And today, I thought of you a lot. And today, I want tomorrow.
By cookie foot4 years ago in Poets
I have dreams of getting more sleep I hide in the shade and pray for more sunshine worry holds my hand and takes me on a path away from you
I loved you before I even knew what love meant now, I know and now, I know I wish I hated you It really is sad
breathe just be cool, baby no reason to freak calm down, honey let's enjoy this day sunshine, sunshine put on your shades,
Dear Mr. Magic Eight Ball, Please tell me doubtful please, yes I just need to know, I need to stop wondering, paralyzed by curiosity
Ed Hardy once said love kills slowly I want to be murdered I want you to kill me as best as you can I want to agonize
Zombie made promises to not fall in love I won't break if you don't eat my brain take my hand I have felt dead I thought you would eat me alive
it's not that I think I am better off without you, it's that I know you are better off without me. I'm not looking out for myself here,
I write, because I can't escape my thoughts. I like to see them runaway on the paper. I'm free, silence. I don't write to put my voice out there,
If I wrote about you, would you know? Would I have to call attention to you by using your name? Could I use some sort of secret code?
Lately, we've just been throwing rocks at the sun. our handfuls of broken glass curse the wind, wondering where did we go,
hello. I need a new apartment. Please buy this one. It has running water, electricity is working fine. sometimes the walls talk and tell me to kill myself.
