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what's the point in allt this screaming, you're not listening anyway
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my prince is valiant,he'd take on the world,I have only to ask.my prince walks with long strides,eating up the ground in his wish to get to me,I have ..
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song on repeat. you sing the words to my face. keep on telling me. and i might start to believe you. where you ever anything more than a beat to dance..
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I don't want to be a Juliet
to be forced to sit at a window
waiting for you to return from your exile
I don't want you to be a Romeo
to stab ..
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Autumn is singing songs in my head. Summer has gone into hiding under my bed. Winter is sending me postcards from snow capped peaks. Spring is telling..
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When I pack my things I happen
to tip my tea cup, cold tea runs down the
table and on to my jeans,
I look downat the stain and sigh heavily.
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there never was anyone else. that heart of yours. covered in black. sang only of one name. and one name only. the pain you carry. must never be seen. ..
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it's so humiliating,admitting to myself that it still matters,that you still matter,that there isn't a day that goes bywithout me wondering about us.t..
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How did I get out hereinto the deep dark forest,where the shadows jealously guard their secretsand my careful footsteps sound like thunder.Sometimes I..
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This deeply disturbing sadness feels so threatening.It's like seeing a huge wave coming at meand all I can do is try to hold my breath,try not to get ..
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