Vendredi 8 janvier 2010 à 1:48 whispers goodnight.

Nobody cares, and nobody tries.

All I want is the sound of words. But no words.

A melody of flattering and flirtations. But none.

This winter is weird. No home, just blow. 

Cigarettes. Smoke flies all over in my mind. 

Thinking twice, no conscience, cautiousness, hoping that someone.

Come and make it right. 


Private parties and smocking exctasy. This is it. Good sense and more. Through eyes and stupid words, everyone get sucked. Me and you in a future spiral. the world doesn't agree. I'd like to, but reason is better than heart, even if it hurts. Words of wisdom. Want surprises. Ready for these. In my mission, doesn't cry. Bear. Leaves things to change on their time. Heart attack.


Silent. A thorn into my side. 


 = Give it back. 

Samedi 2 janvier 2010 à 22:46
My bed is cold. It is not wonderful. I don't care for anything, for anyone anymore. I don't want to be linked, I don't want a BF. I keep everything for myself. Hoping nobody dares looking at me. And let me go, pull out my heart like it used to. No more inspiration, lost in sleepyness. I feel dreaming constantly coincidently. So much in sleep. She's a blabbermouth. He's pointless. They're uppity and still unwilling to listen. She doesn't want anyhelp and cry on her own shoulders. No need of a sad flower. Cold is my head. 

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