Death-
He comes in forms of fake smiles...
You Cut The Strings And You Let Me Fall
Down To A Dark Place With No One To Call...
There's just too much to handle,
There's just to much to know...
kisses-
that fluttered...
A soft broken whisper,
Too fragile for ears...
Loved ones seem so close yet feel so so far away.
Only yourself to blame for this enforced state of...
Behind the smile that's painted on her face,
Remains a girl, who tries so hard to breathe...
There you were
When things got bad...
Poetic are those eyes,
That set fire to my deepest desires...
Up early every morning
Exercising before work...
Captivated by the silence
Remembering the touch of your voice...
Is it worth the risk?
You can't lose what you don't have...