pasfoto

CrookedMinds

Laatst online: -

-

CrookedMinds is offline

-

30

-

-

lijst


Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt


I was dead, then alive
He was like wine turned to water and turned back to wine
You can pour us out, we won't mind
A scratch around the mouth of the glass
My life is no longer mine

If you're still looking for a blanket
Sweety, I'm sorry, I'm no sort of fabric
But if you need a tailor
Then take your torn shirt, and stumble up my stairs
And mumble your pitiful prayers
And in your tangled night's sleep, our midnight needles go to work
Until all comfort and fear flows in one river
Down on the shelf by the mirror where you see yourself whole
And it makes you shiver



-

1 decennium geleden

9 jaar geleden

2 dagen 13 uur

6464 [24 uur]

10

0

0

0

0

0

281

37

319

745



10 Creaties van CrookedMinds

Gastenboek (163)


Meld je gratis aan om ook reacties te kunnen plaatsen