I really am so torn right now, in a complicated war with my heart. And there is nothing i can do, but write, i can not cry. Cry and reveal my secrets is unacceptable. Tell me what you think.
A cigarette haze armors your face
Knowing the addiction
Quieting my heart
My eyes fail to the hush sound
Walking slowly behind you
Making my way to your side
Asking questions to receive a lonely rejection
I begin to fade from your side
I’m finding answers from another calling
Risking it all
You take me down
To the bottom
But its too late, sickening smoke
Even when i leave
I will always return to you
Last edited by Nympho; Jan 10, 2007 at 01:28 PM.
I'm a glass child. I am Hannah's regrets. Monster.