Using someone to fill the void left by another is wrong.
Sometimes, holding on to certain truths so tightly makes us so grotesque that onnly those on the outside may see it.


Compliant Alteration ver. 2Mold me; build an existence worthy of love, Strip the naive ardor and misplaced heart, Create a facade that pain can't rise above.Compliant Alteration ver. 2
Obscure the person within, construct your art. Withering under your touch, my soul aching, Voices pleading: hamper this weary heart.
Bind this self-deprecation in the making. Remember me, for who I always was: Always entirely yours for the breaking.


Death of GlitterSweet Siren Song whisper in my ear play me a melody of your desire hide behind the guitar perform for everyone yourself force that smile mask the pain with paint close your eyes blink the world away flaxen Stranger &nbDeath of Glitter


Child of SufferingFoundling of the night, Orphan of obscurity, Relish in his plight. Momentarily take solaceChild of Suffering
In his loneliness.
Release your disdain,
Cathartic will tears burn
A soul so inclined. Injury was not his intent Nor your self the cause.
Open your eyes
See him for who he is: Another lover in clever Disguise.


InfernoIdolize him,Inferno
Admire and covet that Mask of God.
Undulate under the weight of Nefarious thoughts.
Deceitful
Insinuations of the Seducer- that Callous creature,
Odious gatekeeper.
Vacuous, naïve little girl,
Entering hell hopeful.
Regain control-
End it all and
Damn your sinful soul.


And They KissDewdrops left behind gracing tiny petals Floating in pools of looking-glass water, Freshly created by an on-going shower. Blossoms of perfect pink, The same shade as her toenails;And They Kiss
On this brilliant day, two walk alone. The world rotates at perfect pace, as Hearts beat faster and emotions shine through. The tender shade of his heart is A tint he only shows to her.
They embrace as only people in love may, Caught up in their enchanting emotions; The wor


In a Kiss editThere\'s more love in a kiss than in a thousand vocal pitches. More healing in an ad-lib touch than softly spoken stitches. You rake your fingers on my back. I savour the affection. Your mouth is close enough to taste your wanton red confection. I feel the atoms of your breath condensing on my nose.In a Kiss edit
While lightly blushing crimson cheeks can\'t help but to expose the thoughts and feelings that I long to hear your rosey voice along my ear that brings to rest a single tear upon your silky clothes.
<3
Kristen
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<3 Kristen
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