Hand in hand. Quiet footsteps that didn’t break the silence. She looked up at me and smiled.
Lost in my own world of pop after eight hour drudgery Completely dead to the fact that the shout of "Let There Be…" is sounding
The wanderer moves on, Leaving behind the burnt up logs Few morsels of uneaten tasteless food
It hurts sometimes How much I love you
I need you next to me To feel the warmth I want to touch you I want to hold you again
And so my friend you now comprehend why writing is a track where the end spells lack. Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium that keeps me going down this track and coming back!
But even if her gaze was just as fuzzy as his She can still see How wonderful he is His face His grace His smile His dimples His mannerisms
ALLTHATRAGE GIFTEDTOME FORTHEASKING ALLTHATRAGE COULDHAVERUINEDME RIDDINGMYSELFTODAY NOLONGERFULLOFIT
For only through these codes she could speak To someone who's truly angelic
My life has not been changed. All is the same. So why the difference now that you're really in the past,
He wasn't that far from her, literally. But there was a wide divide between them. Cannot be crossed. Will never be crossed.
You confessed to me That you loved me And the moment you said it I was thrown off to an imaginary world