My heart says I'll be just fine
But my brain says otherwise...
Who am I?
One who hates to hear a baby cry, who loves eating...
Give up looking
in the mirror...
(Beautiful Chaos)
My mind is unspoken whiteness of marked metaphors...
Nothing’s as bad as it seems
Hearts were meant to heal...
To be honest we never get along
We seldom ever see eye to eye...
Courage
to walk alone...
Some shores are best unkempt
Intricate glass carvings and glass...
The devil dances close to midnight,
floating upon walls where the lonely gather...
I'll take every single one of them,
All my bruises, scars and scrapes...
Monsters come in all shapes and sizes,
So many faces, So many guises...
Naught is promised, our time here, we borrow
Yesterday's gone, though we can hope for tomorrow...