marcus adam hefner. |
the screaming and the bruises,the bleeding and the running,the closing and the darkness,are all fading..i wanted someone to change my mind,he hasn't;he's changed my life.i love him.
Posted by on Tue, 17 Feb 2009 12:23:00 GMT |
realization. |
I hear the words that you said swirling together like a raging river of sound. I still feel your hand as hard and as strong as stone. It was never warm. You love the rain. You love the thunder. You lo...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 20:43:00 GMT |
detailed. |
you're the best thing about this place; the only reason i'm not letting go. soon enough, you'll be gone.just like everyone else.i just wish i could tell you that i can't do this without you by my side...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 02:01:00 GMT |
oil. |
so i'm going to run and run and keep running until i cant even remember how to spell your name.you're a disease.a cancer.something i must get rid of.i never knew getting better would hurt far worse th...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 23:50:00 GMT |
true. |
i meant what i said.i still mean it.i'll never let them take you.
i just wish you would keep your promises like i have kept mine.
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 00:17:00 GMT |
once upon a time.. |
he promised he'd read everything i wrote,unless it obviously didn't pertain to him.
i suppose those days are overnow that he remembers his name.
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 02:48:00 GMT |
dont forget |
your voice stings like fire;let this place fall.i will sing until the smoke fills my lungs and then i will play.i will play you the most beautiful song you've ever heard.and you will watch our wo...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 00:38:00 GMT |
finite. [edit] |
good news:emilee is coming back. mle is leaving..for good.it might take a little bit,but its real this time.
I'm back.
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 23:31:00 GMT |
she’s going to be my hero. |
she is so young.terrified, confused, tormented by her own body.morals have defeated her and her conscience has captured her future.she is so beautiful.mistakes of one night are chained around her wais...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 19:29:00 GMT |
when it rains..it pours |
i prefer pens to pencilsbecause i've had too many indecisvie minds write on my heart and then erase.but thats what you get when you let your heart win.for once i'd like someone to tattoo their promise...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 20:03:00 GMT |
