Shall I compare you to a rose?
You were by far more beautiful...
Cardboard boxes were our boats
Carrying us to far off lands...
With his skin so soft
his rosy lips...
The time has come,
You’ll be physically here...
Sometimes I feel the terrible weight
darkness and cold and absence of air...
Streaming along the hems are tiny hands of endless...
Weary eyes see what music these touches her lonely...
In this day and time there is no such thing as a fcking best friend anymore! |
I don't regret my past. I just regret the time I've wasted with the wrong people. |
"You will lose people in your life. Sometimes even the ones that you least expected. But you can't control it... you have to just look over it and realize what you do still have" |