Her intentions became pretty crystal clear
Hi.
All I did all break was write and write and write.
Truths Under Lock & Key
I locked it in the attic 'cause it knew too much. All the secrets I was saving were shut up|away and out of sight and just out of touch. The sun began to dim and so had my luck.
This is my confession/I'm expelling/all the things I was scared to tell.
A premonition/the outcome of a possible decision/I swear to God I fell.
Ink bled across the pages of her diary. She smiled to herself and swallowed the key. We both pretended that it wasn't plain to see. It became pretty clear that she had consumed me.
She still keeps me guessing./I lost pretention/when she gave me hell.
A prediction/She cleared my vision/with the honesty she expells.
It's laid out on the table for the prying eyes. We've thrown caution to the sails; removed the disguise. The nights are always passing showing our best side. This love, all encompassing, fills my insides.
This has been the best thing/ Everlasting/as the poisned wells.
This is my confession/Always progressing/until our lungs can't yell.
That's a song.
This is a possibly unfinished song:
Holy Ghost
It's a national crisis. A static likeness. Sends a charge up her spine. Cuts diamonds with it's sharpness.It burns her eyelids. Cures her blindness. Sparks a fire in her heart. Resignates with kidness.
It's constantly consuming.
It's a ticking clock. Each stroll around the block. The trees losing their leaves. Each and every midnight talk. It blurs all lines. Alters time. Covers pages. Penetrates the mind.
It's persistently pressing.
*Everything that reminds us of everything we've done.
The spark that starts our pulses and burns hotter than the sun.
It's in all the photographs and falls from all the clouds.
Hidden somewhere in our hearts; at the center of the crowd.*
It's irreplaceable. Indisposable.It's continuity. But it will always e tangible. It's never fading out. Although we have our doubts. But I know it's real. It's stuck inside our throats.
It's entirely engulfing.
So I wanted to make a beautiful girl a beautiful tape...and put it off...and once I got my mp3 playing cd player out...I discovered it does not have a tape deck. Like, some fucking luck.
Sorry sweetie, one day lol.
One more because I'm putting off doing actual work.
Also unfinished:
Ice crystals are clear&tear at the chest
There's a cold winters chill atop this freezing hill. I said I'd never return because ghosts are hunting to kill. That ghost of the past always shows me a flash of what I have done. She screams for me back. As I stare at the ice I see a glimpse of my life and it's you by my side and we look so nice. I talk to the lost soul, told her you make me whole. She must passover and stay away from my door.
*YOU is you sweetheart.
Wow no one reads this...sorry.
Mommy bought bagels and cream cheese peace.
Love you.
Bye
♥♥
All I did all break was write and write and write.
Truths Under Lock & Key
I locked it in the attic 'cause it knew too much. All the secrets I was saving were shut up|away and out of sight and just out of touch. The sun began to dim and so had my luck.
This is my confession/I'm expelling/all the things I was scared to tell.
A premonition/the outcome of a possible decision/I swear to God I fell.
Ink bled across the pages of her diary. She smiled to herself and swallowed the key. We both pretended that it wasn't plain to see. It became pretty clear that she had consumed me.
She still keeps me guessing./I lost pretention/when she gave me hell.
A prediction/She cleared my vision/with the honesty she expells.
It's laid out on the table for the prying eyes. We've thrown caution to the sails; removed the disguise. The nights are always passing showing our best side. This love, all encompassing, fills my insides.
This has been the best thing/ Everlasting/as the poisned wells.
This is my confession/Always progressing/until our lungs can't yell.
That's a song.
This is a possibly unfinished song:
Holy Ghost
It's a national crisis. A static likeness. Sends a charge up her spine. Cuts diamonds with it's sharpness.It burns her eyelids. Cures her blindness. Sparks a fire in her heart. Resignates with kidness.
It's constantly consuming.
It's a ticking clock. Each stroll around the block. The trees losing their leaves. Each and every midnight talk. It blurs all lines. Alters time. Covers pages. Penetrates the mind.
It's persistently pressing.
*Everything that reminds us of everything we've done.
The spark that starts our pulses and burns hotter than the sun.
It's in all the photographs and falls from all the clouds.
Hidden somewhere in our hearts; at the center of the crowd.*
It's irreplaceable. Indisposable.It's continuity. But it will always e tangible. It's never fading out. Although we have our doubts. But I know it's real. It's stuck inside our throats.
It's entirely engulfing.
So I wanted to make a beautiful girl a beautiful tape...and put it off...and once I got my mp3 playing cd player out...I discovered it does not have a tape deck. Like, some fucking luck.
Sorry sweetie, one day lol.
One more because I'm putting off doing actual work.
Also unfinished:
Ice crystals are clear&tear at the chest
There's a cold winters chill atop this freezing hill. I said I'd never return because ghosts are hunting to kill. That ghost of the past always shows me a flash of what I have done. She screams for me back. As I stare at the ice I see a glimpse of my life and it's you by my side and we look so nice. I talk to the lost soul, told her you make me whole. She must passover and stay away from my door.
*YOU is you sweetheart.
Wow no one reads this...sorry.
Mommy bought bagels and cream cheese peace.
Love you.
Bye
♥♥