I was a stone that got eroded by love. Now the solitude is pouring through the cracks in my shell like acid. Burning my inards. And I dont want to use any cheap stuffings to fill the gaping holes. I want something real, to burn away all the dakrness and heal all the torn up flash. Meanwhile I ll just grit my teeth, clench my fists and whitstand all the echoes of pain whispering into my ears longing for my sanity.

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