Little divested flower, Shame— how you break with the peak of light. A blossom they might think, You're still a phony stick. Is it guilt filling the scene? Or is it just the sunbeam?
Into the long grass, the long, long ponder lost to breath and tears lost to wonder lost to the clear and present or the hereafter but there in the past a cancer tumour twisted all the slow growth til the now, this rotten gutted now
Our conversations are in capital letters, Is it because we mean it? Or maybe because we don't. Are we just exaggerating, To hide our truest intention? Is your love for me a façade?
Who am I really? Will I ever know? Whose hiding behind the mask? I don't think I'll ever let it show. One day maybe I'll be okay But today just isn't that day. Who knew I could still bleed, Who knew I could be so weak I'm just ready to say goodbye Life ***** and I don't wanna live.
