December 2010
12 posts
I HATE YOU. I SHOULD NOT BE CRYING OVER YOU ON CHRISTMAS.
I don’t have to worry about hurting you. Your heart can’t be broken.
I don’t have to worry about hurting you. Your heart can’t be broken.
Oldie But Goodie
The way the earth shakes when I get tired/ is something I may never understand./ And the way the people become walls, that concept I’ll never grasp./ My eyes always on you, I wish sometimes they’d break away./ The harder you pull, the further I fall in./ The walls become windows, the windows become doors./ My reflection becomes blank,/ you’ve taken all there is to take./ My...
