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.