May 2012
7 posts
What a night for a dance, you know I’m a dancing machine With a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the night so high I don’t want to come down To face the loss of the good thing that I’ve found In the dark of the night I could hear you calling my name With the hardest of hearts I still feel full of pain So I drink and I smoke and I ask you if...
I guess this is what I asked for. To sit motionless in this tidal wave of repeated emotions. It’s the never ending cycle that I just can’t seem to steer away from. My mind and my heart are on two different paths both going at full speed. My body will be wish-boned, pulled apart by two separate identities both wishing for different things. Although it is hard for me to tell which part...
