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Like A TragedyThis outward shell of composure that you paint with melancholy chords and wash away with the burn of a red headed slut is a little tragic.Like A Tragedy
You paint with melancholy chords a picture that she won't see, this is a little tragic. Do you think it helps?
Picture that she won't see this, the way you waste your time. Do you think it helps when you drown it?
The way you waste your time for a simple taste of touch when you drown it in excuses
is a little tragic.
For a simple taste of touch I know you would driv
by ~stardustaddict
forty fivei watched it happen like it was from someone else's viewforty five
i make promises and i break them in moments of forty five
it's me and my music me and myself me and the one thing i don't want
i just want to hear you
forty five times
by ~stardustaddict
needlesi miss you like i miss needles you don't notice until they are buried in muscle bruises blossomingneedles
you don't notice until they remove the iv bruises blossoming in the crook of my arm
they remove the iv i'm not supposed to poke the crook of my arm for fear of bleeding
i'm not supposed to poke bruises blossoming for fear of bleeding or making it worse
bruises blossoming reminds me of love or making it worse by believing that
reminds me of love how i keep returning by believing tha
by ~stardustaddict
Day One"Day one," she said to her ceiling. It's amazing how far she's walked with broken knees.Day One
This fall from grace was more than a few stories.
"It's more than physical attraction, the personality is what makes someone truly beautiful,"
he explained in a rushed voice.
"Am I beautiful?"
she baa'd.
"Yes."
by ~stardustaddict
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Rough SkinHere I am. Dried up, wasted, and empty. Do you still want me? Will you still comfort me? Touch me, feel me… As you did that one night So long ago, when we were young So young… When the crickets cried their song And we lay in the grass Sun bleached skin and brittle hair Staring at the infinite sky of stars Proclaiming our worth to the world And all we would do As soon as we got out of this town But those summer nights Never last forever They end suddenly We are left with nothing But the memory of kissed lips And rouRough Skin
by ~VelvetChains
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- Current Residence: Never Never Land
- Interests: writing, doodling, daydreaming
- Favourite movie: Interview with the Vampire, Spirited Away, Resident Evil
- Favourite band or musician: DCFC, Atreyu, Lifehouse
- Favourite artist: Salvador Dali, Andy Goldsworthy
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath
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- Favourite gaming platform: N64 - keep it oldschool, please!
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But if you're so flattered, why aren't you watching me yet? ;_;
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