ohstella

I miss feeling, I miss the butterflies, I miss being able to look at someone for hours, and wish i could stya there for hours more.


I had it for a second, but you keep fucking it up.


Matt is frightening me, and another is making me shake.



I wish I could be set free,
From the chaining melody,
Thats where I keep you,
Where I search too,
Where dreams go,

And I sit and think of the days,
When I grow old,
Where the bees will move around my head,
And you will find me,
So weird and mystic to my self,
Not sure of the world around me.
Not sure of the endings,
Of tales where I was younger,
Never feelings that connection called life,
SO when I pace around with old shopping bags and wonder,
Where Ive been too,
I will mutter,
Im getting older.