Oblivious FrostCar silence. Ever the beginning of winter While the snow falls and We pretend we are comfortably tucked away from The cold touching the silence of our hearts Trying to drown out the screaming of our minds Walk on, sister, walk on.Oblivious Frost
Brake skid. Freezing snowy air Forming words at the lips of longing Longing to yell back all the hate the world can muster Walk on, sister, walk on.
Screaming tires. Screaming into words that break like The ice falling against my ears Turning them red against Anything you will say Walk on, sister, walk
On your way to hellYou left me dying in the streetOn your way to hell
But it’s funny the people you meet
When you’re on your way to Hell
You left me dying in the street
But it’s funny the people you meet
When you’re on your way to Hell
I met a long haired loverboy from Liverpool
He said he didn’t mean to do it
But he lost his cool
And wiped his family out in an afternoon
I met a Punk who’d lost his Rock
Killed his girl in a hotel block
Then killed himself
With a needle and dirty spoon
You see there’s no such place as Purgatory &
ColorsMy lips are blue and I'm shivering while I sit in the sun A fitted top that shows too much skin I keep pulling my shorts that are loose I keep checking my phone for people who never bother While I shiver in the sun out of place with my blue lips and raspberries. My lips are red and I'm trying not to blow it Nothing left on my skin I keep pulling him back before I lose I keep hoping though he'll never bother While I try so hard out of my zone with my red lips and kisses. My lips are bleeding and I'm crying too hard A top that shows wrists and arms I keep cutting though I pColors
FML?
Regretful
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Years into Days
Days into Hours
Hours into Minutes
Minutes into Moments
Moments into Possibility
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"He's gotta be the tragic figure standing out in the rain, mournin' the loss of his beloved. So down comes the rain, right on cue. In the meantime everybody gets dreams fulla existential angst and wakes up feeling like hell. And we all get wet."
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"He's gotta be the tragic figure standing out in the rain, mournin' the loss of his beloved. So down comes the rain, right on cue. In the meantime everybody gets dreams fulla existential angst and wakes up feeling like hell. And we all get wet."
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I run my fingers through the sand...
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