February 2011
3 posts
The Girl Who Doesn't Know How To Breathe
I imagine her to taste like dirt and soot.
She’s the strain in your eye when trying not to blink.
And the nag of an overbearing parent.
Feeling nothing, caring for nothing, believing in nothing is what she does best.
I wish you the best, if only you stop with the lies.
You’re gonna catch a cold, from all that ice inside your soul.
The Boy With A Thorn In His Side
He’s a dark storm cloud and he’s the rainbow afterwards.
He’s a slap on the face and a kiss on my forehead, a gust of wind and a ray of sunshine, a push off a roof and the catch at the bottom. He’s a mystery and a collection of lies and I can’t do anything about it because I love him, and no one knows.
I feel just like a school girl.