amaru
I think to the days where i had it all planned out.
from my experience time is never on your side
When i was young and wanted to be a princess.
I'm stuck in a fairy tale & I'm not sure how to get out.
He was dreamy and he was everything i shouldn't have.
we were happy.
his knife stabbed just as hard as his words and left a gaping hole in me and i haven't felt the same since.
I lost all my friends.
I think at this point you should be angry. so so angry. maybe because you have a heart one size too big.
you are who you love. not who loves you.
I still need to remind myself every morning to smile
and i found myself reminded to keep you away from me.
Nostalgic is my middle name.
emotions are colors and I don't feel colors very often anymore.
My cheeks are still stained with tears but I am stronger now.
the blood pumping from my weak heart is full of love.
I never got the chance to thank you for breaking my heart.
These flowers you picked for me were once the most beautiful. even though they are dead, they remind me of us.
Scars are made to tell a story. A story of life a story of miracles and a story of survival.
I am no longer in love with a boy who kisses like a tsunami. but overtime the thunder comes around I swallow the taste of lightning off my tongue, and try to catch my breath.
I don't know where you are.
I accept you as a dream that haunts me every now and again and, as a wonderful memory and nothing less.
what a marvelous way to die.
I am no longer in love with a boy who kisses like a tsunami. but overtime the thunder comes around I swallow the taste of lightning off my tongue, and try to catch my breath.
I don't know where you are.
I accept you as a dream that haunts me every now and again and, as a wonderful memory and nothing less.
what a marvelous way to die.
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