8:30AM. i wake up to find im still in this body, still in this lie,still in this house and still fealing alone. i can't rewright my past but it seams i cant hide it from you ether.
it's not even been a full day since i last saw you but i still crave for your lips, sweet to the taste like vintage rosé. your perfect in every way, a rose, i dont mind getting pricked every now and then just ti touch you.

i just want the stars to come back, the rain to subside, my past rewritten an you in my arms.

if life was a poem it would be a thousand pages long yet still to the point,
if life was a poem it would include every emotion ever felt,
one day you might be the happiest man in the world the next your rock bottem and the darkness starts to settle in, you fight back build back up nealy reaching your goal but on the last step you trip an fall to the bottem.some times you have realise theres no point in tring, give in to fate and just sleep.
problem is love always finds you.....
problem is life is no poem.....
"...when it rains and it pours, when your out on your own,
if i crash on the couch can i sleep in my clothes,
cause' iv'e spent the night dancing ,im drunk i suppose,
if it looks like im laughing i'm realy just asking to leave.
this alone, your in time for the show, you the one that i need,
i'm the one that you loath, you can watch me corrode, like a beast in repose,
cause i love all the poison and away with the boys in the band..."