all of your nonsense is sense to me
your truth I'll take for any that can be.
i'll suffocate in the fruit that you bear
my strength, it will take all of time to recount,
how your strength do I see as my strength's font
and in this death, unlike you, i've lost all of me
Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much
to tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch
it can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person’s cheek
the silence of sorrows too deep to speak
it haunts a deserted room that Laughter once made proud
surrounds you when you’re alone or finds you in a crowd
penetrates the solitude of nights that will not end
it will not listen to the pleadings of a broken heart
it stays and torments until new Love shatters it apart
♥geri farted chocolate at, 8:26 pm
