Poems from Laurelisnotonfire
picture the dream
a life we all except as perfect
and anything else is progressive or uncertain
with some blonde little babies on amusement...
1) we fucked.
and im sorry because i know
when youve had such bad luck thats something that cuts tohat the bone
and im regretful because i...
she dreams of a heart of smoke
and believed itd still be there when she awoke
and when the regret filler her sight
she crased and set fire...
i bet you sit there and smile
knowing that the silence is killing me
and the distance has gone from inches to miles
till between us there...
i am in pain
in my cemetary soul
there is poison in my veins
and its been years since ive felt whole
and my head burns
and my fingers...