It's always hardest to discuss what you should
and you're never guiltier than when your
intentions are good
And we're held together
but my arms don't stretch so far anymore and
thought the situation tau
Running in circles is the easiest way to lose
track of where you're going or where you've been.
We can scream for sin or for days about what we
lose and what we've won, but in the end you're
only as good a
I've learned these years in pulses and rhythms
etched into stone by leaving my heart in too many
shells before really setting into my own. Take it
away. And now I'm going through motions but not
moving on,
The silence we've found always prouder than the
voice you lost. Clawing through words dropped from
lips content with a last breath like a heretic.
Finding a dream of salvation; a hint of reality
too involv
I'll gladly force my hands through hearts on
nights like this when I've talked my way out of
time and spent my life sleeping on idle threats.
Catch as catch can't. For a target covers more
than a few lost
Sifting through 3 years
8 months and a handful of dust like shadows
falling through a matrix of wish I hads
And it's much harder to see how much space was
taken
when your chest pounds with the footstep
12 x 12 lives to live...The dimensions of
disaster keep this ark afloat with letters posted
at the price of pride...And they fail us. Yet flow
with the missed chance of one last taste of
affection. You hav
Look ahead with forward eyes, and it all stood
still for us. It's either that or run and hide. So
still in fact, that our planted feet coasted back
towards a circumstance you'd never fathom. I've
taken my
What have you become? Just the prettiest picture
of a broken face with a third of the appeal and
never worth the chase. No sense in steering now,
the brakes are out and the search for interests or
boy meet
I will say this
9 out of 10 times when you trust yourself
the inevitable finds you back in the place
you've been begging to avoid
And when it all comes back to the identical
conversations
as insignifi
A blessed hand to cover the cursed mouth born of
faith when tiptoeing around flights of fancy
informs sonic acrobatics. An esoteric words for
what never held true; a complicated rite forcing
an answer thro
