7.2.16.
But what I have written on me Rugged upon the soul May as well be for life
Tag: poet
22.12.13.
The clock had been ticking a while The house was glittering flames by midnight
25.1.15
For a minute I forgot that the lights were out And the bridges weren’t mending
20.3.16.
Remember that there are people who don’t mind when you lie to them. They don’t mind when you tell them stories. So long as you tell a good one. For they have heard many. They need you to make them believe. Believe the things that they don’t see. If you lie to them You’ll have […]
15.2.16
Unless the walls shatter themselves in a collision to break free Until the stars fall to pebbles to match the dust, you’ll see
12.12.14
Right between home and nothing Is the longing for truth? What will you still want when you can have nothing.
10.9.13.
I fall like an empire at its peak. And you like a feather Flying fatefully down to rock bottom Every cell that trembles in regret Trust me, every single one will forget At the end of a heartfelt cry, every regret is still the right decision On the edge of every loose sword is a […]
27.11.15.
They can tell Footprints of tar show on clouds Your wings from snow to dusty dimlight
6.9.14.
And then the cracks ran forth Spreading like doubt Sinking and sliding down the walls
