Ever so slowly
Creeping...
White and Red
natives bled...
We all die alone
So why do we try...
So its like that right?
I mean you speak slave master and I speak slave...
Eloquent tongues spit white hot poison
Each word a searing pain...
Mirror Mirror; can't you see
the tears upon my face...
The spring fever died reluctantly
Drowned by the New York rain as the city spat out...
Placing her hands on the cool ceramic of the sink
Her tired eyes read over the lipstick message...
He sees the way their eyes
flick towards him, before quickly...
When we take the best from a tragic situation
we can often have a sense of reconciliation...
There's friendships that will come and some that...
there's bonds that won't break and bonds that...
There's times where I feel very angry and mad
Some people say I'm just like my Dad...