dimanche, février 15, 2015


Battling within myself
Between desire and you
Crackling the shell of myself
My true me is hiding

Dodging every words
Trying to escape our fights
And your tears
This is harder then it should

Doubt creeping in
Like a silen assassin
Our path crossed
Starting to beleive I was meant to doom you.

something left?

Endless romance
Broken to pieces
Each part glued
Each part salvaged from the wreck

Critics after critics
Words shot like an arrow
To hurt, to provoke
Wounded love crawling back up

Judging the core
Unadequate outer shell
Will something be left
Of this thing you once loved?