to the floor.

let it all fall to the floor.
let it all fall to the floor.
forgive the mistakes that we have made.
though we know we'll make some more.
strip the walls and let them burn.
throw the ashes in the urn.
just peel away what i have said,
and glue it back into my head.
and just like the tight dress of a whore,
let it all fall to the floor.

let it all fall to the floor.
let it all fall to the floor.
i'll forgive what you have done,
and give you wings to help you soar.
i dont know if i can, but i know that i'll try.
just wipe the tear drops from your eyes.
we'll start new, all clean and fresh.
and scrub away this unnessecary mess.
leaving it empty without a core.
and let it all fall to the floor.

let it all fall to the floor.
let it all fall to the floor.
dont waste your time trying to forget.
fogging your mind with your regrets.
you say that you dont wanna cry no more.
so let it all fall to the floor.

perfect.

i wanna be someone else.
a different body.
a different world.
different hair.
different clothes.
go to a place where nobody knows;
my name.
i'll say the right things.
and be perfect.

walk.

pink, red, brown, and yellow colors liter the ground.
we smell a mixture of dirt and car exaust.
the moon lights our way.
we walk through the rain.
tiny drops of water stain our hands.
we tighten our grip.
you look at me.
i look at you.
we smile.
i wish this walk could never end.
lets get lost in these roads that bend,
and twist and curve.
love is such a tricky word.

troubles.

what do you know?
what do you know?
he says he'll stay forever,
but then off he goes.
and you are here.
so, what do you say?
what do you say,
when everything you have,
gets taken away,
and your empty?
and, how do you live?
how do you live,
when he makes a mistake,
that you have to forgive,
but, you dont know how?
because, what a suprise!
what a suprise!
the things they say,
turn out as stupid lies.
and you cant move on.

but you have to.
becuase you need him.
and he wants you.
and you love him.
more than you want to.
and its
hard.
hard.
hard.
to walk away.
but its also just as hard,
to stay.

bleed.

tell me what i need to help you bleed.
i have the time.
he who knows my secrets;
knows my path.

but before it all was spoken,
he saw his vocal chords were broken.
and i never got the chance to see you smile.

and i take the razor to my skin; and win.
cuz im a waste of time.
and i knew your secrets;
so i made a path.

but before i could remember,
i was forced into surrender.
and i never got the chance to see you smile.

so take me back to the days of waste.
we always had the time.
we knew all the secrets,
we created all the paths.

but before we had the chance to dance,
we were all put in a trance.
but at least we had the chance to see you smile.

what this is for;

i'm getting into writing. i will post my stories/poems here. nowone will most likely read this, but twat the hell? and BY THE FUKKING WAY; ''twat'' is not meant in these contexts as a downstairs department of a lady. it tis pronounced "twhat''. as in "what" but with a ''t'' in front. do not be fooled.

good day.
=]

--kaliedoscope---

PLURR.