There are times
(today more than any day...
What do you see, beyond the cracks of a broken...
All I see is the memories...
Now here's a thing I can't work out
Its purpose dumbfounds me...
People have a tendency to prefer things that which...
How many blue moons has it been since we last...
Dont get in my way
of eternal damnation...
If ever empathy materialised
So it has within your walls...
As I look in the mirror, I touch what is there,
A male in his 20's, with two tone hair...
Blue heart
red lips...
Lub dub... lub dub... Lub dub...
You quickly became the drum...
Yesterday I saw something
That I could not easily explain away...
never again will i feel this pain
I said...
i was undeserving of her touch
as her life was a grand oasis...