Philip Goode, 29 april 2013
i tryd so hard to push u away, i knew u would never understand. the memories the past where still at bay. i couldnt find the words to say, but this is never what i had planned.
u remind me in my dreams as i wake up to ur screams. and relize things may never change. its a crippling thought all the pain i brought and to know that ur heart was still range.
i die more each day every second ur away. but my mind lies to my heart. i wish i could describe to u everything i would say. but i wouldnt know where to or which way to start.
i thought things would get better, but they only got worse, im a wreck a disaster and i belong in a hurse. but still my heart beats, im a dead man walking in the empty streets.
numb but yet i still feel fear a sense that i acquired over the year. im afraid u will never understand, im afraid u will never take me back , im writing this to u because a silver tounge is something that i do not lack.
i am sorry for the lies ,i am sorry for pain. i feel like there are to sides of me. and the worste half i cannot contain. selfishness is his name, hes the one who lies for his own personal gain.
i want to controll it and thats y i had to let u go. but i still love u so much. i only wish that u would know.
-philip goode
Philip Goode, 29 april 2013
This Broken Glass of Memories, it comes inside my every thought, puncturing all of my Hope to breathe outside reality.
My eye's consumed in all the stares that break this heart inside of me. So many pieces left inside it seems so hard to place them back like the pain inside my mind Seeking more than, just that place and taking more than what I feel but taking all I have embraced....To see this image in my mind running through me like a breeze, Its so unclear to hard to grasp...... This picture kept inside of me locked away so far away shackled in my deepest pain.
yes the mirror of my memories isnt so hard to find, i let it out in broken thoughts that cluttered up my mind, so many times ive fallen to the floor, torn apart like broken glass, i cant take it any more, and i feel that i wont last. But as i reach out and call ur name, my reflection begins to show a different face, as u put me back together but u put me in a different place. A new image in my mind state is what i now can see, my mirror has turned into ur face, because u shine through me.
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