February 2012
18 posts
forgotten soul.
danwin:
I fade into the shadows of evanescence, and I can see myself turning into nothing more than a figure of the past within your mind. It penetrates my heart, and I can feel the atrophy of mind.
You have been embedded onto my heart, much like the ink that scripts these pages upon my written sheets of sweet nothings. I can reiterate the words once written for you, and it wouldn’t mean...
You can pretend we're strangers,
but I’ve seen your dick.
rudiments of love.
danwin:
There will always be some virtues I always follow in order to keep the abstraction of love equated within my eyes.
I’ve felt it within my marrow that I’ve never really had the right knowledge to manage the kind impact that a person can give to me — the significance in the imprint that they entrench on my own path; and every time that imprint begins to fade with time, I find...
There are those that go, and those that stay.
Those that stay by your side, and those that go away.
There are those that give up on you, and those that believe.
And there are those that stay in your heart, even when they leave.
There are those that go, and those that stay.
Those that stay by your side, and those that go away.
There are those that give up on you, and those that believe.
And there are those that stay in your heart, even when they leave.