chilling sacrifices to advise the despise of untruthfullness but of honesty, inspiration is my kindling liking moreso lightly caring an understatement to my raging emotions to your ears...
the degrading atmosphere of an immense seperation insecurities raging from the surface of hurt is that of a breathtaking unrecognizable charade of a lost lovers imaginative love of desi...
he showed me what I was afraid to acknowledge he’s trying to love a person who’s pass a shrude emotionless vaige state of mourning the abundance of frustration of caring to only be hurt...
face from face, a two way mirror but is it me that looks back with an uncertain, insecure scowl. I eyes reached out to me if I do so break the mirror before me into pieces will I be abl...
Where should I find myself? Is it within the pages of my heart’s tears to where in my mind is drowning. Is it where my soul shot a timid force? Is it within the tips of my fingers to pl...
pray with me, pray for me, lay with me and have an original love pattern as we both explore our eluted minds and surged hearts beyond repair and forward triump, recieve me as I do and i...
with a soft tone and a swift movement anyone can achieve what they need to and ONLY what they need you have to be sturdy and strong yet graceful like a ballerina always staying on your ...
who am i? what part of my mind makes up me? my mind is not one it is the other blinking twice that I deplete the things that seek most as i have enough written in chambers of my resting...
Lost the desire, to be desired.. my heart leak in a cold vengence nay do I want to say i lost my heart on accord i cease to feel my care for the unconditional gratitude my head slow to ...
in justice of fears unfolded into…
tore up lies saving lives believe in bleeding needing to come forth to believing what you see, no fleeing what you leave behind somewhere lost only to find your lies tore up finding you...
I want out, the more I’m around the more anger is found. I’m not accepted my head is spinning, my conscious has reached the epitome of a blantant disregard for presence. My eyes plea to...
a taste of tranquility cross ways with the state of a chaotic prolonged outbreak where chaos no longer embedded for scornful speaking trusting a different outcome before outbreak in fix...
crying empty I have nothing to give or to take.. crying empty no sounds to make.. crying empty something i cant fake.. crying empty trying to change my fate, crying no tears flow this t...
Been trapped in a timeless port of feeling, and just that. Everything you could feel embedded into the cleansing idea of craving to escape, when there is no exit. Wallowing in disbelief...
