Every reality is a glimpse of
any spectrum...
colored or collared and chained
by mankind
because of what
we are
what if we were just beautiful, like the infinite, unnamed colors?
Monday, July 17, 2017
Monday, July 3, 2017
Stop screamin' at me
If you had seen me crying
If you had felt the way I felt
If you had been the measure
of all the pain, my heart would melt
When you stand here, with me
Feeling the blood drip down my skin
Can you feel the pain that I feel?
Can you hold me, deep within?
If you had felt the way I felt
If you had been the measure
of all the pain, my heart would melt
When you stand here, with me
Feeling the blood drip down my skin
Can you feel the pain that I feel?
Can you hold me, deep within?
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