Blah., by eleanor maslen Subscribe to rss feed for eleanor maslen

I guess i feel im falling,
through the empty skies.

into the hell your making,
at the bottom of your lies.

Were ghosts haunt me still,
and scare me in my dreams.

Where love never felt good,
where no one hears my screams.

the picture of your face,
and the feel of your touch.

Sends shivers through my spine,
makes me bleed to much..





Posted: 2011-08-30 14:52:37 UTC

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2011-09-19 00:16:26lance
not bad