I dont sleep because I am tired, I sleep because I am weak:
Things I wrote months and months ago that I never posted.
mini disclaimer:: if you think you know what this is about, guess again. It isnt exactly as obvious as you may think, and since you arent me you havent got a clue.
I dont sleep because I am tired, I sleep because I am weak:
::ashley::
Is there anyway to stop the madness in my head.as everyday passes by the further the thought of you and i seems to die the phone never rings no more messages no more i love you's no more i miss you's. just letting you know if i could go back i would kiss you a little longer and hold you a little tighter because as are moments fade to memories and turn into fairy tales of a bitter sweet mortality i increase my tolerance to not look back to not look back as my swollen eyes fill with the memories of your lips against my skin and your "heart beat in my head" the night is no longer as calming and the taste of me is no longer as satisfying my heart nothing more than a casualty of war, yet here i stand in front of you ... a victim of reality, when it is too late you will find me waiting to tell you i still care, you will find me old before my time with a bad case of bitterness...well darling are you in need of me saying any more?
mini disclaimer:: if you think you know what this is about, guess again. It isnt exactly as obvious as you may think, and since you arent me you havent got a clue.
I dont sleep because I am tired, I sleep because I am weak:
::ashley::
Is there anyway to stop the madness in my head.as everyday passes by the further the thought of you and i seems to die the phone never rings no more messages no more i love you's no more i miss you's. just letting you know if i could go back i would kiss you a little longer and hold you a little tighter because as are moments fade to memories and turn into fairy tales of a bitter sweet mortality i increase my tolerance to not look back to not look back as my swollen eyes fill with the memories of your lips against my skin and your "heart beat in my head" the night is no longer as calming and the taste of me is no longer as satisfying my heart nothing more than a casualty of war, yet here i stand in front of you ... a victim of reality, when it is too late you will find me waiting to tell you i still care, you will find me old before my time with a bad case of bitterness...well darling are you in need of me saying any more?