The skin seems thicker underneath her nails,
Deep red sunset bleeds into her eyes...
The skin seems thicker underneath her nails,
Deep red sunset bleeds into her eyes...
I love to write. I love the feeling of describing something, like your taking in the colours and the texture and the sound at a million miles an hour. I love feeling my soul come out through the pen and onto the paper. I love to write. |
Sometimes the best thing you can do is accept the fight is over. |
You didnt break my heart, just made the fragments a little bit smaller. |