

It's All Paper Mache.You build a heart that strong with walls so high,It's All Paper Mache.
To escape the feelings that you cant end.
Here goes my last chance I cant let it die,
Feelings become actions and morals bend.
I will share the air I breathe I said,
His reply was no more than a shy breathe.
The look in his eyes filled me with dread,
I watched him walk into his own death.
Full hearts go empty with sudden passing,
Hurtful choices made due to past regrets.
On every corner, his shadow casting,
A bruised heart without its soft sa


pieces of youi keep finding pieces of you. careless scars under the piano where you hid when the room got loud with flies. thumbprints in the hall closet where mother put you during storms and you thought the coats smelled like someone lying. a used shadow in the pool house, playing hopscotch under the old canvas tarp breathing in the corner. and on the porch where you slept, naked and lost in summerpieces of you
those raw parts you asked me to keep safe.
| I smile alot, laugh alot and live alot I like the color yellow and taco bell. A guy captivates me with his smile I actually do like to read. I love music. I make weird noices when I'm bored. And i have more muscle then most boys you'll meet! |
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Lets make love our movement....rescue is possible.
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Lets make love our movement....rescue is possible.
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