Imagine how it feels to envy the stars and resent the sun
Imagine how it feels to envy the stars and resent the sun, morning wont ever be the same......but morning bleeds across the sky, light shines down but not on you and I cause we re dead the whole day long, and when the sun snows south we ll scream and shout towards the dawn....
I dont what to say, I dont even know why im posting of that Matter.its weird. I saw this girl at a house party on lomas during new years eve. A party of hipsters and indifferent people. She had natural red wavy hair, a v neck light grey shirt, skinny jeans, blue vans. She drove away.with her hand on the passenger side glass. intimate without even touching her.
another young woman she was shy, introvert, but even though she hardly spoke half the time, her eyes said it all. Id ask to kiss her, but then she would respond " you have to ask to kiss me?" We sat underneath the stars at this spot that overlooked the city, she held me saying she was cold. Id hold her close. Her perfect body haunts me, her voice at night...her lips as they bit mine ever so gently."be with me forever" she says but i couldnt understand what haunted her that kept us distant...the tragedy she experienced keeps us apart.......
Im just a person who has longing and morbid passion. Black is what i wear, but im not an emo or goth, email me to know more abt me...or keep it as strangers. :) .....send a pic with your email, or dont get a response. my standards are alil picky. Sorry..