

One night.There's more in the dark than bedsheets, air and cold.One night.
I see more like peircing eyes and a loving smile. And the perfect embrace that now, and then, i knew i longed for.
The kiss of outside lights, frezzing hot and burning cold. You're more than just bedsheets and air and cold.
12. Twelve fucking somethings without you.
Float in the frost and float away. Just don't leave with my kiss. With kinder lips for a kinder heart.
I can't see.


Broken Telephone.His breath, through the wire of the phone. So steady,Broken Telephone.
calm.
I couldn't see, the rein of tears, the broken heart: the click clack of the clockwork. I couldn't hear, the beat that cried in his chest.
He loved me enough, to let me go.


OrangeAnd when does it end? that joy inside my ribs where I can't breathe, or try to. A cool summer's eve. Yet, under the deep orange glow of the street light, with fire flies buzzing by, I'm so warm.Orange
And how long? before the unfallen tears fall. where i'm left cold and empty. Where on that cool summer's eve under the deep orange glow of the street light, i'm finally alone. Clinging to myself for some last bit of warmth
and staring up at the crisp cool sky, with fire flies buzzing by.


Angel EyesIt was thought,Angel Eyes
that in the eye's of the angel, I shall
forever lay. Eternally locked in the time-stopping void where the sinful cold is no more. Where every gesture could determine my fate. So wrongfully trapped in that soul searching gaze that I wish I could touch, and hold forever more.
And now how I wish, that dream could last where the rain falls because you missed me so and our hearts lay bare for all to see and search for we have no secrets.
This Angel, oh so broken; knows I love him so and
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