martes, 27 de enero de 2015

Ending

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.


Kait Rokowski 



martes, 13 de enero de 2015

I Am...


OLD LOVE


I can feel your body
when i'm lying in bed
there's too much confusion
going around through my head
And it makes me so angry
to know that the flame still burns
why can't i get over?
when will i ever learn?
old love, leave me alone
old love, go on home
I can see your face
but i know that it's not real
it's just an illusion
caused by how i used to feel
And it makes me so angry
to know that the flame will always burn
i'll never get over
i know now that i'll never learn
chorus

By Eric Clapton

EYES

* hyperventilation * heart attack in progress*