i really don't think that i care
about what i care for
you make me doubt and dream
of a certain edge of the world
in every step i take
over the cliff
deep wounds are like broken bells
same sound but different
voices and wolves everywhere
you made me hate symbols
now i hate everything
that doesn't cry
i stay with you in me sometimes
until nothing happens
I do not have more than I've wrote in me
With purple ink and from my soul a gift
Of golden words and gentle deeds will be
Enough today for losses that you grieved.
Don't beg for more, 'cause I'm renouncing all
And I am asking nothing in return;
All mighty pride and glory like a thrall
And all the comfort and the wit I've earn.
But in the end, if love will flourish white
emma is a girl
i never asked her anything
(she may very well be an animal
or a clock)
or maybe she is
an animal and a clock
i never asked her anything
but she is ticking
like a clock
is moving like an animal
friday i’ll ask her out
emma is a time bomb
but today is just another day
it’s just tuesday
or maybe all this
is another terrorist plot
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