Colorful skies, why do I love them so? Brown eyes soft lips dark skin I dispies you. I hate that warmth feeling that I get sucked into it hurts too much my hands and my lips have lost control each time the songs words gives me an order. The name I remember because it means death necro is the name I still remember those letters.
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Those words like a cutting knife I feel those sad words telling me to leave to stay to wait or to understand I srceam waiting for an exit I wait with the door wide open. Too scared I stutter. "Its ok...keep your eyes on me don't look down" Those words like knifes they cut me like an never ending BAD DREAM. I want to feel it but it hurts too much like thorns touching my skin with such roughness which feels like world war 3 yet I wait at that door for those soft lips,brown eyes, and dark skin. For one day I want those lips to look at me and know I'm sad or I'm not happy and hug me and tell me its all a dream a BAD DREAM that one day I'll wake up from and see that sunrise that sunrise I dispise but want so bad on my brown redish skin and to dive over a cliff and live,live from that name that name which means of death. That name I want to escape from that past I want to be free of.
