The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
Muddled footsteps In the dirt, Wind in our ears, The sun Shrinks down beneath
I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?
star-struck because stars are fictional, heavenly things. but
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
star-drunk child, foolish in your fear— announce your cries to the night, feel the heat of life
