this.journal.is.over.
my new one is my own, and one selected other.
bye.

her shoulder is cold ( Read more... )

If you had yet one day left to live ( Read more... )

the girls line up in front of the mirror ( Read more... )

As the night started her cheeks were white as ever ( Read more... )

she looks up at the stars ( Read more... )

she has sat and watched the leaves changed,
and with the leaves she has too.
her heart her mind her soul, nothing,
nothing ever makes sense.
she shivers in fear of how time goes on,
and she can't do anything about it.
the leaves change, the flakes fall,
the bud's bloom, and the pool's open.
and life goes on.

the rain falls, splat drop.
mist covers the oxygen,
"oh such a nasty day out"
you'd never guess the girl you were saying this too,
wished the sky cried everyday,
so maybe something in the world resembled her face.

she stares at her phone all night,
she awaits the post everyday,
she stares at the stars, wondering if he is looking at the same one,
he made this too hard for her, to hard for her to love him,
she could have had the whole night sky,
she could have had the whole world,
but she gave it away, and lost a friend.

i thought i would always feel safe around you ( Read more... )