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[rocksareblue]

If I could sing do you I would But now my voice is dry If I could be with you, I should But I keep living lies. You'll take your time under the sun And watch thos planet burn You'll take your time, we've just begun I know it really hurts If I could sing do you I would But now my voice is so dry If I could be with you, I should But I kept living lies. You'll be there soon, just fight the moon I know you fear the night You'll be there soon, it's not yet June. She'll come, end of July. If I could sing do you I would But now my voice is so dry I'd kiss your lips and hold your hips But I fear my own eyes Just take your time, your time will come Let yor heart steady like the drums We hear ourselves as we go numb I cannot ease your mind.

[skullaton]

rocksareblue replied to your post “You have a day of birth? That's amazing! So do I �� I hope you enjoy...”

It's Christmas!

You’re our Lord and Savior! I KNEW IT.

[skullaton]

You have a day of birth? That's amazing! So do I 😮 I hope you enjoy yours! 😁😀🎉

Thank you! :D I hope you have an amazing day of birth, whenever that may be! <3

[pin-your-wings]

I almost gave up earlier today, but I fought. It wasn’t perfect, but I did what I needed to stay safe from familiar destructive habits. And I’m proud of that. rocksareblue said: That’s awesome 👍👍👍😀😀😀 Thank you ☺️ @rocksareblue

[rocksareblue]

Someone just remind me, that I wasn’t in control That I couldn’t save your live, Tell me I don’t need a soul

On this could November night, Feeling like September ninth Eleven inches from the knife That left their bodies so cold

[rocksareblue]

Bury me alive Under constipated skies She said, I gave her butterflies How on earth, I’m just a guy

Don’t you understand I am more than just a man Disappearing in this peace

Idle dreams, make idle feast Tell me are we even real?

[rocksareblue]

In the morning, the flower died; I forgot to water it.

“Why didn’t I save you?” // In Midnight’s Honesty

[rocksareblue]

I do not fear ghosts, I am one I dare not fear the dead, why fear what I’ll become? I do not fear the living, why hide from what I’ve done There is nothing new boiling under the sun

I do not fear my head, I thought wrong Why sing of our love with old songs? Why be what are, why not run? There’s nothing new boiling under the sun

Bathe your body in the end, hardened clay will protect you I could never call you friend, sorrowed days did reject you If you break, then I will bend; will my love protect you? Is there something new boiling under the sun?