A little wilda little benta lot human.Once brokenbut alwaysa whole.

In the end it was my blood that was spilled on the sheets.I won't forget the girl I was before you, and the girl I became after.

A clock ticking on a wall,a fake laugh,a boy only thinking for himself.

I dwell upon the days when I gazed in your direction. No longer a stranger but living in your world. Gently pouring out love into each other, we tranced all the realms of our negativity. I can, but don't wish to be happier in any other moments that you're not in. And if the time comes, where the Moon crosses the Sun I hope the eclipse lasts a lifetime for we are the rays and the shadows combined.

Too many timesI've scratched myself on the thorn of a roseFalling into a rose bush over and over againNever understanding the need of a dozenI fell in love with one and in the way it stood alone.

From the ones that never were, with the words that never fell from my lips, left to rot in the graveyard of my mindWhen I'm out from under, I'm just a girl wishing on burnt out stars, hoping to ignite the love lost from another.

If you knew me,you would know that I have a habit of feeling like an outcast where ever I go, and just wanting to be loved.