i write like a five year old.as we were driving, a satellite sent me urgent messages to be a home for you. they were hidden in commercials for new houses. the messages said they needed to be sold now now now and filled with people eating and loving and sleeping and leaving it and coming back. everyone needs a home. i turned off my radio because i don't want you to be reminded of what you don't have.i write like a five year old. by cries-of-the-past
it was quiet then. i liked the silence, because i can listen to you breathing. if we were silent long enough, i can imagine your warm breath filling up the car, mixing with mine, until what was inside of me could be inside of you. i think you would find that creepy, so i promise myself never to tell you. you hate silence, and a wave of irritation crossed your face. it is fascinating. i almost hit a car, watching.
i parked and we walked. i walk too fast for most people, and it's annoying because i don't slow down. i expect others to speed up to my pace, or risk becoming a blur in the past. you are not like
i am being empty i am point bi am being empty i am point b by cries-of-the-past
you are like
a communications tower
directing signals across an ocean
to radio receivers on the other side. and
you are beautiful.
there are two kinds of people in this world:
people like you and
people like me.
you are like two grammes of
sodium nitrate in my bloodstream.
so small and so subtle
in terms of volume,
but nevertheless killing me.
this is the endwe stood still and watched the earth rush towards us.this is the end by cries-of-the-past
the train tracks looked like a ladder,
ever star a step. life stole so much.
every passing moment greeted by another. fluid
and constant motion, escaping from our grasp.
stay close, and we are time ticking. we are passion. for once,
we are not afraid.
what for, you asked. why anything.
your eyelashes spoke symphonies, systematic and it sent me shivering.
how could i be so hollow and so full? i am nothing that you are.
i've seen many dusks and few dawns.
there are mountains i hate and birds i envy
and stones i throw. i wish for more
hands to hold. i only love one thing that
can't contain me or i contain it. i feel electricity
in palms and fingertips, and it's pulsing. it's brilliant. it's killing me.
my breath is stale. i am lost,
but in the darkness you felt familiar
and i just want you to hold me for a while.
the train will swallow us, whole,
if we're lucky. look deep into the blinding
light and step forward. this is our
My hands are searching for you Sorrow lasts through this nightMy hands are searching for you by Crizata
I'll take this piece of you
And hold for all eternity
For just one second I felt whole
As you flew right through me
Bad shape love by XaXaProduct angels dream of one thing, - by bye-bye-omoide Serenity by EvilxElf To Follow the Crimson Wave 2 by EvilxElf
Someone hear me please, all I see is hate