You are the kind of sorrow I won’t get tired of wearing on my sleeves.
dentedheart
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You are the kind of sorrow I won’t get tired of wearing on my sleeves.
dentedheart
I can see the sun sets its flaring light from empty pavements little pairs of footprints set-forth stronger sleeves blot the shelves till the pages wrenched wrist ghastly scraping the words in between long breaths devouring my lungs indulging into the bleakly race until I can't see pigments- blisters of yesteryears chewed by the agony lived by the monsters of my own choices. I am up in the sky, Slowly gliding with Every breath, Exhilarated in dented roads Of unwavering knowledge, Till all of it slowly crumbling, Like a fire festoon of Uncharted festivals, Killing all my might, With every humble approach, An underdog, you are, You’re monsters, Ripped me in progression, As you have better choices Look closely on the ashes and thorns within each rainfall telling how feeble a thunder clasp once in a while fleet once or twice- i couldn't even count how many times I tried to find that one rifle that could blow me up take me to the highest heights release into weights of the cities scale believe in the depths of your cleave and abandon myself at the top of your lows. Look at me with new eyes, Just a crumbled piece of paper, Lying in the past of who I was, You took me over, With your simple drive, As I crash into My own self-hypocritical Socrates pretending I was a Plato, I couldn’t even count, The scenes you taught me, That moments do not get better, Now you’re up there, In the cities like you wished for Now, I’m down in the dumps.
Ups and Downs, a collaboration by @dentedheart and @anonnotsoanon
I’ve tasted rainfall from your lips while seeing sun rays thru your eyes.
dentedheart, walking paradox
Achi or Achi? Joke. Hahahaha. Shorts or skirt? :)
@dentedheart, yan sagot ko! hahaha Of course, shorts kasi mas comfortable ako sa shorts kesa sa skirt. Basta ba hindi masyadong maikili. haha Thanks, Achi! :)))
Awwwee Thank you shobeeee! Love you! :*
May mag-ask sana kung sino ang pinaka-da best na Ate sa Tumblr. Ikaw talaga kaagad isasagot ko! hahaha You’re welcome. I love you too, Achi! *sends more kisses and a tight hug*
You’re a sprout on a moonlit madness, bloom on a sunrise craze but wither on a rainfall gaze.
dentedheart
He’s the kind of misery I want to take with me than tons of good people with a wimp mind.
dentedheart
I guess this is the end of a battle you’ve never been fought in the first place.
dentedheart