So if I don't comment or reply or I'm just not around anywhere online then I apologize and I'll be back when I get things straightened out. Keep creating and inspiring. Thanks.
Joe


car crash starlightnever seen wings when they turn their backs never saw a knife in yours so why'd you have to act like that?car crash starlight
stood by your side a likely target when your whiplash charm put stars in your eyes
should have known this town would never let me leave the border patrol keeps the memories in the photographs
a static touch of the past maze of the minotaur in a fingerprint prick your finger and paint life upon the wordless lips


burning hearts brokencinderalla walks on broken glass the clock strikes midnight and a lone match kissless lips smoke the days last cigarette put your heart out with the diamonds in the grassburning hearts broken
(oh there must be some way to pull the stars from the sky starve your arms down autumn like cold and white)
cinderalla walks on broken glass the clock strikes midnight a lone match you smell like escape perfumed with gasoline you waver and fade and shake as you reach


waves crash the partySandy as the beach I crash againstwaves crash the party
always waved goodbye just to swim
always dreamed a sunset cinnamon skin
Sandy as the beach I crash against
a life against the tides come take me in
always waved goodbye just to swim
always dreamed a sunset let me in


the diary of anne frankensteinyou're a monster now soft and lostthe diary of anne frankenstein
in the dark
they built a girl but first they tore her apart
and she says
I will hunt you now and she sings I will haunt you down
(they made you what they want but what of the time to come when the want
is gone?)
they built the girl but first they tore her
apart
and she says I'm a monster now soft and lost in the dark


fake wordsshe is a sour person. soiled memories fill her mind as those cracked fingertips fill her throat, pushing deeper, probing for life. sparks against her hips as he appears behind her, laughing at her repulse. he pulls the dirty brown hair out of her face, watching with fascination as the bile grows thicker in her throat. he can feel it with his fingers; long and lean, like a pianist's. the two of them wrote stories once, bodies tangling in a web of words and meanings, silenced emotions hiding beneath characters and stories, the people they wished they were. he told her she had barbed wire eyes; the initial sting of a glance followed bfake words
You have a place in my heart!
<3
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That was such a sweet thing to say! <3
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