...perpetual motion machine...

I am the speaker but what is responsibility?
This is beg of you, build me brick upon brick.
High tides; waves of hypocrisy.
I didn't think the clock struck more than twelve times.
I decided to name her insomnia.
"Her teeth (show) like white seeds in a scarlet fruit"
This I must tell you, old friend: fear beauty.
This is meager, this is feeble.
She was only a fiction and my creation

-tdwp


i know you're reading this, and i'd just like to tell you that i really really miss you. i'll be patient and wait for all this to be over. and when it is, i'll be waiting. we'll pick up where we left off.

<3forever.