Insomnia sounded more poetic when some one else was writing the verse
Love sounded more sweet when some one else was singing the tune
Emotions sounded more lovely when some one else held Pandora’s box
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Insomnia sounded more poetic when some one else was writing the verse
Love sounded more sweet when some one else was singing the tune
Emotions sounded more lovely when some one else held Pandora’s box
I am sewing a quilt for us. I want us to be warm.
I am close to the end of who I am now. I do not go with fear, hope or expectations.
At some point, the ground gets soft, you start to sink.
Then you have to dig up that broken glass you buried all those years ago.
At some point, the sky will fall, the stars grow closer.
Then you have to contend with gods you abandoned all those years ago.
at some point, this empire will collapse, the emptiness surrounds you.
then you have to face the mortality you denied all those [?] ago.
At some point, the deep wounds will heal, scars will form.
Then you have to face the memories you forgot all those tears ago
It is sad, darling, that we were not meant for forever. But isn't it wonderful that we had this, now, with each other? Is it not enough that if only for a day, we were in love? I will forget you, but my heart will not.
Not everything has to mean something. Things are allowed to simply be.
Please be gentle with me.
Falling in love doesn't leave me with hope, only fear
I am finally at peace with the wars around me.
are you a suggestion blog??
are you still hanging on???
reblog this with your url and i’ll make a post with every surviving blog <3
She and I were never meant for this, were we?
I didn’t owe her anything, in this lost love. I still give her my grief, when she gives me nothing.
Words written in love and agony still ring true with a bitter taste left behind on my tongue.
Why bother with last goodbyes when no one will see my words until I am gone
Even if just for today, I will not let myself have her. Tomorrow, I will try again.