I was a prisoner to myselfI was a prisoner to myself,
bound fast by the shackles I created,
My hearts only escape was the sweet and haunting taste of his lips.
I myself held no such key,
I relied of his touch as my only redemption,
His warming grasp gathered every shattered piece of my heart and bound them tight.
Giving my life reason,
Helping me breath,
and to be.
I was a bird,
enclosed in a cocoon that would ravage and smother me.
A cage with iron clad bars and bolted doors.
He was my key,
although slightly damaged and worn , beautiful.
with nothing to give but his world,
He set me free,
gave me a reason,
A lovers fight with sanityA lovers fight with sanity
The crazy man, beyond the valley of thorns.
Peeling the onion.
You must remember the eclipse,
What am I without him? The wild things,
untitledwhy dont you try to fly?
Kiss the dirty ground goodbbye.
Dance with the clouds,
make moutains into mounds.
It it hurts to breath,
its time to leave this little world.
you're gonna be great
the world is your battle feild
No stop signs no slow no yeild
you are the master
you are the proclaimer
the sky and beyond is yours to aim for
you're the king
with the power you bring
gideon and the leauge of exesHow can she just change her mind? How can she decide she wasn't going to love me anymore No she's just confused; of course she still loves me. She's just confused is all? Maybe if I make a chip, yes... yes. A microchip someone hidden... the back of her neck maybe? But first I need to get her here.
The best way to get her here is to make her want to come here. I feel no satisfaction if I have her dragged here, I want her to come to me. Ramona flowers
I sit down at my lap top sitting on a desk and think, what should I do? I think and think until a light bulb shines A large smile tidal waves across my face and I get to work. Have to find them, they will help me get her back for sure
I look down on my laptop for a moment or so and think names, names What are the names Matthew, Lucas, Todd, Roxie, Kyle and Ken... And myself
Seven . Evil . Exes
Let the fighting begin setting off to my phone after gathering
we call it picutre perfect"Where are his shoes?" I can't help but think,
His little feet covered in knee high blue socks.
Everyone's smiling besides him,
I guess we gave him a break since he was running low on patience.
I hold his hand in the picture,
He would have been on the floor in moments if I wasn't,
He was a runner.
Although I will say her smile seems forced
And a little to cheesy to make a good family picture,
There's still a smile in her eyes,
This makes you see how happy she actually is.
In a way her hair looks like it's mine.
I can remember the way we took the picture,
We must have had a million not so "perfect" shots
He just would not sit still,
She would just not pay attention,
And I could not stop laughing.
All three of us make our family
In a way
I can't help but notice how alike we all actually look,
From the shade of our eyes to our chins and cheeks.
You can tell we're all family.
I only wish he would have smiled.