I'm a slow-dying flower in the frost killing hour,

*

Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face-saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
'cause I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable

I need the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness

I need a lullaby,
a kiss goodnight,
angel,
sweet love of my life


I mean this.

*


2009-01-12 @ 23:09:04 Inside my head Permalink

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Postat av: Nat

Ahw, vacker text :3

2009-01-13 @ 16:32:35
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