Fall upon a lineFaltering from the golden lock, the cogwheels tick, the springs tock, but forever blocked.Fall upon a line
Shifted sands for snow cold, steal smiles since in the old soul sits wearily a lone mind that wishes kind, but turns fiery wine, into water too fine.
Again the door closes,
the golden is no more, wishing rich, only left me poor.
Salix AlbaPause upon the willow white, the green fall, as the red rise, and the weary mend the earth.Salix Alba
Antler moth
Facade.Dazzling smile, half hearted laugh, Joy that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She flirts and she jokes, But its all a hoax, A hopeless and crumbling facade. Each day she is weaker, Each day the mask cracks, Revealing more of her pain. Each day her eyes sparkle, Farther from light, And closer to insanity. Each step that she takes, Each wave of her hand, Wears on her crumbling soul. Until the day comes when she finally breaks, And everyone watches her fall.Facade.
| Asking me is probably better than writing down my interpretation of myself here. |
This weekend
Tired
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.Anti-Juliet.
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feed me your eyes, freedom is just rebellious lies
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.Anti-Juliet.
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Adulthood can go fuck itself.
But it sounds good, doesn't it?
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Adulthood can go fuck itself.
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Adulthood can go fuck itself.
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Adulthood can go fuck itself.
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