December 2011
4 posts
heavy hearts
wearemostaliveindreams:
youth never held so close, to heartbeats before our eyes saw murder, desperation and agony-
sleeping with an enemy, is asking for an epiphany: before the sun rises and clothes slip on slow, while bodies slip between back-door frames.
will we leave this rotten vestige, before ruin sets in stone or will all this weight stay with us, until we’re nothing but empty...
Reminds me to let go and just live my life. To...
