a soft touch upon my chin

Listening to: tristan prettyman
yesturday i asked myself the same old question i ask myself every now and then.. i have i become out of touch beauty is covering me on the outside but what's buried inside of me? i lay down slowly letting all of insides melt away and i begin to cry. i watch the sunset then i remember how much i loved you.. i was dark and angry i let you flost away with careless eyes i began to cry behind your back, i promised you that you would never see me cry..deep down i held all my everythings inside never telling you a thing..
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