you cant taste fall but you can taste christmas.
its the way the snow falls and lands when its perfectly perfect which makes me fall in love with an idea that hasnt even been thought of.
and when the sun shines in a way you remember you wish winter was already over.
but not me.
now im pulling apart pictures of old friends wondering when these memories will end.
ive officially come to the strength of saying:
"id rather have a lemon squeezed in my eye then ever smile at you again."
and you dont know what youre missin but if you did youd be missin it.
good music should only be sold to true blue fans.
emo may never be over.
is it becoming a trend?
i didnt know you could become popular from blood running down your rist, blackened eyes, and hurt hearts.
i didnt know you could because you cant.
but its the new fashion to be something youre not so sooner or later popular might be the opposite of you.
theres a melody in dreaming.
we just havent figured it out yet.
curiosity gets the better of us all the time.
why do we hope to dream of something when we have no control?
what places us in wildest dreams of love, hope, and sympathy?
my feelings for you are becoming non-existant.
the way i want it.
[edit]:
i dream in different tongues.
in black and white.
and with love songs.
new song glued to this girl.
the replay button is stuck to my ears.
scream for me if i dont answer.
tune out the world.
let yourself feel better for as long as you can.
this isnt an obsession.
its a passion.
its a love.
my love.
yourprincessofbrokenhearts.
theirprincessofriots. {for GC}
