cheekycharli
blank. fresh. clean. vacant. if you were to look at the canvas of my life you would see red splattered with blue, a tiny yellow and green. the only bit of purple would orientate itself to my centre.
what we must do to go on. the difference between accepting reality and pretending to. eyes that smile symbolise the real happiness. my smile is vacant.
her bandanna wrapped around her wrist was so tight she felt constricted for air. it had been there such a long time that without it she felt alone. this journey the she had to take was one she must do alone, a lone battle and a fight she could do without.
scoundrel. a removal of what is your yours. an imposer of he soul. the stealing of my heart. a thief; in more ways than one. a fight for what is considered rightfully theirs.
salty. put your tongue through that. girl in formation of. tantalizing and ready for me
violence. hurt and brusied. domestic dispute. an arugment that leads to the exchaning of truths. was it worth it? i guess not. the truth is blinding once its out thats all you see