Nostalgiayour face is dissipating,along with my feelings for you.your letters have all been burnt,there's no turning back,the crime has been committed.and it warrants execution.the rope binding your hands is frayed,but sturdy... as is the one draped around your neck.the crowd is chanting, cheering, for your disposal.there is nothing left but what you have done to deserve this.one simple wordAdultery.but there's no time for repentance,it's too late.one single motion and you're hanging by your neck--kicking and flailing... gasping and straining,even the wood supporting you is begging for relief...and as the s
Regretfully Yours,lush clouds creep across the cerulean-colored sky...it reminds me of the deep shade of your eyeswhen you give me that look i'll never forget.the kind of piercing glance that breaks you into a sweat...there's a lot more behind those eyes,an esoteric glimmer that's hard to decipher.i feel dizzy, my heart's racing.this intoxication is almost too much to face.i can't bare this uncertainty,not the slightest idea of what's going through his head.this mind-boggling anxiety is enough to rip my self-esteem to shreds.however,i keep soldiering on, for reasons still obscure to me,attempting to distract myselfwith no avail.me
Ballad of Nature and Man Alikeeyes swimming in the orange glare of the street lights overhead,the electrical hum bearing down on my eardrums...shadows of trees blowing in the wind dancing over the pavement,dead leaves skitter across the asphalt in a stiff, thin herd.the sound of my footsteps recede back to me,echoing off hedges and parked cars.the moonlight tends to show parts of usthat we wish to remain hidden...everyone deserves the chance to start over.so keep to the shadows as much as you can,and try to keep moving.the longer you linger, the quicker reality will find you.just keep going.remember this soft breeze caressing your skin...drench
Reservoirand finally, i'm curled up in bed,shaking with dry sobs.no more tears will come out.i've used up the reservoir.
Sta.sh
