I wasn't looking for anotherBut I can't help but wonderIt was a one-way trackWhy don't you love me back?Why'd your temptation crack over the truth?You thought you could fill the gapsThought I would run right backI didn't pick this messI wouldn't chooseTo blame it on you
As the daylight dies darkness surrounds me i find myself alone surrounded and trapped by my demons again. As the daylight dies and darkness surrounds me i find myself alone dancing with my demons trapped in hell once again. As the daylight dies and darkness surrounds me i once again find myself trapped in hell dancing with my demons again. Vincent Edgar Crow- Daylight Dies/Dancing with my demons again. 3 versions of some lyrics i just wrote.
I'm telling you baby I made my mistakes But I'll make you this promise to do what it takes I'll be there to protect you and hold you tight You got my lovin baby every single night❤ Styx- Don't Let It End
The candles have been blown out by the wind Don't be scared, my love, I'm right by your side I still remember the times I walked alone... dead Until you woke me up and made me come alive She gave me everything I had craved Through the years of pain The years of pain With her love she feeds the fire in my heart Oh she's my only light In the dark The sun won't shine on me without your love ...don't you know The cold wind kills the flame in my heart...by its blow. Sentenced- Sun Wont Shine.
viewed through sleep stained eyes, in a space between imagination and reality, a message was received: if you're tired or if you're having a difficult time you can come back to me anytime. you should know that.
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June 28, 2020 2:23am UTC
i. learning to love is a l o n e l y t a s k i am not loved like that "no vacancy" hangs over my chest "we have no room in this ghosttown for you" ii. tempted to trace hot lines of desire streaking my sheets red blistering beneath bluejeans iii. you were made for labor, not for love. i whisper, pulling compression socks over swollen toes. you were made for labor, not for love. i hum, silence nestling herself into my ribcage. not for love. not for love. my mouth is empty. the endless warehouse shelves vibrate from boxes running along the roller tables, tumbling head-over-bubblewrap into a truck driver's delivery route. the bowed steel groans crookedly, promising only for labor. only for labor. iv. i've dreamed of summer romance. how fitting i spend my time in a box taping boxes shut sending taped boxes into larger boxes leave in a wheeled box to come to a box where somebody lives. my body-box is damaged goods where is my sell-by stamp? v. i cannot learn to love. i am only fit for labor. i set the table for three: my body-box, loneliness, and silence. i do not make dinner. best to leave the table unsatiated. -help wanted, apply within (no vacancies) original by shedreamer