the worst years of my life were the best years of my life

Dec 10, 2004 14:17

she sits down
wanting to write something beautiful
something pure
but nothing comes out
corrupted by her lust
she'll never be that girl
that girl from years ago
when sadness pulsed through her veins
and madness through her heart
feeding off the beautiful disease
so addicted to the pain
craving whatever brought tears
happieness betrayed that girl
everything she ever wanted
and she still begs for more
the world should have stood still
so selfishly time passed
and ran away with everything she was
leaving her crazy and inspired
beautiful and confused
soft to the touch
best when used
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