Stay on the sunny side.


Not Different.My throat is on fire My cheeks cold My back numb Goose bumps are creeping up my arms I can't taste anything anymoreNot Different.
Every question I ask you lays Stagnant and heavy. Our awkward conversation drooping Sagging.
Getting lower with each apology.
My heart is in my stomach. I miss having it in its old spot Breathing isn't helping. Nothing is.


We have to explodeBlow out the bad air Cold air sip Sizzle on 3We have to explode
Tick Tick Tick Tick Cold air sip Tick Tick Tick Don't look so needy. Don't ask questions. Don't touch things. Cold air sip Tick Tick Tick I'll talk in codes


The November WeddingMy skin is buzzing. The tips of my fingers and my toes Feel light and elastic and I know if I tried hard enough I could touch the sky.The November Wedding
The tiny bit of guilt I feel is completely worth it because when I'm this alive Nothing can touch me
I'm sorry for yesterday And bits of today
and I'm sorry for later And if I decide to let you go, I'll be sorry then But my heart is racing and you gave me permission to dance. So I'm throwing myself at the sky.


Day 7: The End.I snapped it shut before it was too late. He (we'll call him Pandoro) kept a finger in the door And told me that on Tuesday we'll know better He said Tuesday should be fine. I beg to differ.Day 7: The End.
I know what I want now.
The fact that it's Tuesday won't change anything. We agreed that Sundays were for discussion. Why the sudden leap toward Tuesday?
Well, anyway,
It's closed for a reason.
And I won't tell him about it so you can stop worrying.
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