Love The Complete Edition; Precise and compact affidavit for being and loving. (See my heart for more details).
The confusion mounts, pressing upon my skin like the blade of gratitude.
Written like a survey, my heart has compressed each file of your face to a minimal to reject any chance of breaking down. Im sure it was some kinda of addiction for you, the solace and abuse of dreamful souls. I was played in a passing light, like that of a nursery rhyme. Years have had you banished from thought, placed out in the cold away from sight and mind. Still you hinder my trust like a beacon of resentment. I'm not even sure I know which one you are anymore. Maybe you were all just one.
Eternal optimism hides behind this dissatisfaction.
This bag of empty sarcasm you lie upon my door does not warrant recognition. I am a game you have over-played. I will not work entirely, for the restrictions of a broken toy means we all suffer. Get angry, throw me around.. It's what you'd like to do isn't it? Or sit in pity, I cannot begin to help. This isnt me. My soul is arrested on charges of fraud.
(Volatile and extraordinary she rests with her head in her hands. Certainly pushing poems at the urban silence, in the hope of recognition for a moment. She lights the stars, without her heart.. they cannot breathe, they cannot be. Yet, she will never see.)
enjoy it while it lasts.
The confusion mounts, pressing upon my skin like the blade of gratitude.
Written like a survey, my heart has compressed each file of your face to a minimal to reject any chance of breaking down. Im sure it was some kinda of addiction for you, the solace and abuse of dreamful souls. I was played in a passing light, like that of a nursery rhyme. Years have had you banished from thought, placed out in the cold away from sight and mind. Still you hinder my trust like a beacon of resentment. I'm not even sure I know which one you are anymore. Maybe you were all just one.
Eternal optimism hides behind this dissatisfaction.
This bag of empty sarcasm you lie upon my door does not warrant recognition. I am a game you have over-played. I will not work entirely, for the restrictions of a broken toy means we all suffer. Get angry, throw me around.. It's what you'd like to do isn't it? Or sit in pity, I cannot begin to help. This isnt me. My soul is arrested on charges of fraud.
(Volatile and extraordinary she rests with her head in her hands. Certainly pushing poems at the urban silence, in the hope of recognition for a moment. She lights the stars, without her heart.. they cannot breathe, they cannot be. Yet, she will never see.)
enjoy it while it lasts.
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poppystrike:
Oh and I love the fact that you're wearing my t shirt and necklace in your hot new profile picture 
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madison:
thanks for the comment on my set sweets