Stories are simply
Facts
Emotion stained
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Stories are simply
Facts
Emotion stained
from you i can’t be away
i wish you’d disobey
my wishes for one last time
and ask me to stay
(Source: memoirsofamusician)
I held my breath
Hoping I wouldn’t have to let this go
But when I blinked
It was gone.
blood is thicker than water
so youre pumped through my veins
i’m on the edge of fire and disaster
so you are my flame
(Source: memoirsofamusician)
the way you move against me
while you sleep
is more poetic
than anything
i will ever pen
(Source: memoirsofamusician)
You were once my place of warmth and protection.
But the rain can’t stay out.
Forever.
I fear I’ve lost all passion
Would you mind injecting yours
Into my mind?
You seem to have enough to spare
(Source: memoirsofamusician)
He is a holiday I would dedicate decorating my whole house to
I’ll play his voice on my radio
While I string his bones and wrap them around a tree
Or around me
Because his body always knew how to keep mine warm
Even when we weren’t touching
I never kissed him at the end of the night
For the sole reason that I’m afraid of endings
And committing my lips
To something as frail and unsure
As this
(Source: memoirsofamusician)
I’m a little bit stronger
For a little bit longer
But I still need you
Will you show me the way to your heart
I don’t know how to let go
I don’t know how to win you over
I should’ve known by now
We all have stories we’ll never tell
Skeletons buried deep within our closets
Small cuts of flesh
Hanging on their bones
I wish I could kill them all
(Source: memoirsofamusician)