Blue like saphire beneath a morning sun,
Burning with fire of crystalline soul.
A laughter taht never quite reachers inside,
Where secrets weather like untouched gold.

Skin like ivory, perfect; A godess, she must be.
Slender fingers, unadorned: beautiful simplicity.
A single teardrop; when did it fall?
Could this godess be mortal, after all?

The world did CRY the night you died... and I'm not good with SUICIDE.

Just because I'm letting you go doesn't mean I'm over you.

I'm a WISHFUL thinker with the worst INTENTIONS

Sometimes i wish you could understand

He said death sounded better than loving me

::KISSES::

Kind lips touching mine
Inching closer and closer for just one more
Slicing my thoughts
Slicing my tears
Everything feels so perfect here, being
Still in your arms