7.29.10Fast asleep in swelling blue tides7.29.10 by ~loveinpaintedfaces
For you it's just paint
For me - pale eyes
thoughts incapable without rhyme
whoever said we heal in time. lied.
whoever I am comes alive in delicate hand signals.
Our hearts are only yarn and the spindle, dwindles.
And fragile fingers feel no need for thimbles
Worship decay and the pain just tickles.
I shouldn't have done this. You give me that
disgusting ache in my stomach.
Awful, selfish indulgent/ Holding onto hope for dear life.
Slowly becoming nothing i can describe
And everything i never thought i could be.
If you haven't already fleed,