Thinking
To stop thinking?
I want to try that, but my heart says no.
Like a corrupted black rose blooming in my heart,
so my mind can only fill with hysteria and listless meanings.
Asking what it could possibly mean in their words
is an option, just to hopelessly seek what fate
could have conspired for me.
As my world is filled with love and melancholic emotions,
I drown slowly, deeper and deeper, in to what I thought was pure.
I drown in that, but I still wish
that we could connect when we are close,
and remember everything when the silence is between us.
 Commander Weedicide · Sat Feb 13, 2010 @ 04:11pm · 0 Comments |
