His story was a lonely one, his soul empty and his...
So he left behind his cold and isolated prison...
Has my place been taken so fast?
Im bleeding works of art...
She smiles
She laughs...
I want to go home,
I am home sick...
.
why do i feel the need to confess my memories to...
I followed your glittery smile
to the mysterious of paths...
Just another Blues
but winter tears...
May thunders and lightings fall upon my bones,
I want to become dust...
2015-01-22 03:54
If you've ever woken up...
I wake up at the same time as always
Right away, I wish it could just be the next day...
We have never met
but I feel like I miss you already...
These words have been
stuck in the depths...