Wrong Way or EXIT ?:thumb330870371:Forme 2 by HOMER65When she intents to pose like 60'ies by Hermetic-Wingsasteroids by wroquephotography:thumb336384252:Static by FalseMaria#45 by lheroine:thumb324489533::thumb199894451:Doubts no. 4 by Philliewigl'envers du decors by Izaaaaa:thumb318578111:LIFE by MeralSarioglurrrr by giricocola2~ by mando-damonMauritius - Abri bus by graphistolagemarried by Batscebaone_three_three by OskarAlfons
SmilesSometimes my life wont be what it seems.Masked behind stories and broken old dreams.Ignorance is only bliss to those who dont knowLeaving me to bleed and suffer in this woe.Engaged in this play that we all assume.Safe in a fantasy till we are consumed.
Alone. She is alonealways has been,& always would beIf not for the words.They whisper to herin the darkness Of night,And tickle the hairof her neck At dawn.Leaving trailsrunning cold;& footprints in her heart.They tell her to run, to hide.& like the pages of a book,she is closed.But written on pages& in booksare stories,and stories will find a way to be told.So she writes,about ink stains,empty promises,& the colors on the waterthat fall from her eyes.
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