Bruised, broken, tattered and torn,
Only from these will love be born...
-*Written for a Contest.*-
Based off of the word: iPod...
Heartfelt lullaby,
Drawing me to sleep...
Oh mind of mine how you became strong
These memories in darkness they belong...
Trees quiver where shadows lean,
a tiny sliver of the moon is seen...
Back in school
I've got a crush on a girl...
Shes got the body of the devil,
And she wears it good...
The tree may need the sun, but the sun doesn't...
So let me be your leaf, and shed me to be...
Lost
to a mirage of stars...
My heart beats at a steady tempo.
In accented quarter notes...
The crescent moon,
tattooed to the black night sky...
I am
a wilted...