fun w/ turpentine

no fun at all.

this was taken long ago..

joy.

Blaber, i dont blog anymore, watch me blog!!!

Watch me make on the spot poems.

>.<

i'll try now.. lets see..

inspired by yesterdays feelings and recent heart break.
haha(no, i was kidding, i dint get heart broken, being heart broken requires a heart)

we where were we, oh..

tomorrows waking would be my last
sitting lifeless with a broken glass

cut in half, my thumb felt soar
but nothing can match the pain you bestowed.

in words, my dear                                                                                                             it lacks sincere

in weeks, we meet
i cannot make

my words are gone
my life is ruined

my dreams all fade
my heart grows darker

Death deprived i count to 9

reach the i stop with one

 

one number left until i die

how beautiful it is to see the sky

 

I count to ten, my heart begins to ache

whispering promises i couldn't make

seeing things in different eyes

feeling pain, without disguise

hidden messages, different faces

thousands of people, grieve on my dispense.

its no surprise...

 

no surprise...

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errm... right.

 

just at the moment, i'll be better later... after a decade of counting to 10.