jenraah
Violet eyes reveal the moments glow. Hardly anything worth noticing. Yet, not so easy to look over. I don't know whether to stay or to get up and fling the chair across the room, just to break the tension. Hold onto me, my love, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
I miss the familiar warmth of a cigarette in my lungs. Sometimes, fantasizing about it just doesn't do it for me, and I get so tempted to light one up.I know I shouldn't....so I don't...but it's the thought that counts.
With nothing but straws filling my body, I've got no more brains that a scarecrow. Although, I wouldn't care to meet any dorothy's in my lifetime. I find her rather ridiculous. But, anyway, back to my straws. Oh well, whatever, they're not that important.
I'll open my arms, really wide, like I'm going in to hug a giant. And I'll stretch on my tip toes as I try to touch the nearest cloud. I'm not close enough, so I'll do the best I can to lean my head as far away from my body as it will go, so that I will be long enough.
I have nothing else left. That is, nothing else that I'd ever consider giving away to you. Sometimes, it takes more than gilt to make me hand over anything.
Sometimes, I go through major dry spells with my imagination. Other times, it gets so intense that I can hardly tell the difference between what is real or not. I especially hate it when I'm trying to go to sleep, but my brain decides to be creative for a while longer, and suddenly, sleep no longer becomes an option.
I'm pretty sensitive to smells, so I hate it when people talk to me and my nose detects rank breath. How do you politely tell someone that they need a mint?
I'll burn brighter than you can handle, baby. Burn, until you're forced to take a step back. I wish you could see the ugly look on your face right now. You might want to memorize the feel of your smooth skin, cause I'm going to light it up.
I'm twisting and contorting myself into this weird pretzel-like shape, only, I still can't figure out who I'm trying to impress. And why it even matters I do this.
I shouldn't have trusted you. You were never with me. Please, don't ever tell me to trust you again.
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