The summer had inhaled and held its breath too long, the winter looked the same, as if it never had gone and through an open window where no curtain hung I saw you, I saw you, comin’ back to me. One begins to read between the pages of a book, the shape of sleepy music, and suddenly you’re hooked through the rain upon the trees, that kisses on the run, I saw you, I saw you, comin’...
We’re two parties, Two parties ending What if you move? What if you hide? There’s only so much you can miss Before we both collide
beautiful melodies telling terrible things
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of...– Jim Morrison (via little-monster-rawr) (via medullaxo) (via metallic-effects) (via lovesydneylee)
blackpolishedchrome: when there’s nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire
you are coming home are you still alone are you not the same as you used to be as the sun grows high and you serve your time does each day just feel like another lie now you know is it just for show just a foolish game that you hide behind dont forget the nights when it all felt right are you not the same as you used to be used to be in a endless night would you feel the fright of...