my personal savior for the month
my heart, my world, my golden rock
i let you touch the water
you rusted, energy dissolved
and to think i held you,
to think i was so close,
all i had to do was curl
my fingers around your shape
and we'd be on our way.
alas, i opened my hands
you floated steadfast away
and now the days never end
on its stomach, time crawls by
and i search the beaches
tossing valuable minerals aside
i only have eyes for pyrite.
i miss you so loudly. the whispers of morning and your delicate hands, wisps of hair sweeping against my face as i dig myself deeper into you. i will not go softly. i tell it to anyone who listens ho
he says that he's afraid to commit so he breaks my heart just a little bit the funny thing is i've come to expect it his subconscious routine which perfectly fit i sat clean and pretty for six hours s
i've exaggerated you in my head i saw love where it wasn't yet you broke my heart gently in your bed and cradled me, soft against your chest in the morning, you fed and kissed me and when i turned aro