to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

неделя, 6 април 2014 г.

Hearts hung on wires,
trying to make sense out of things,
struggling to keep the balance
between love and school, moments and dreams,
streets, wet with tears
the skies cried out of joy,
eyes, lacking fear,
the night as our favorite toy.
And if we burn, we burn tonight,
so dawn arrives upon our ashes,
and if the six of us would die,
we would die with screams and crashes.
Say you need me as much as I need you,
because neither of us is never lonely,
say that you'll stay and you'll forgive me
for times I didn't seem so loving.
Let's someday make Shakespeare jelous,
not dying in our sleep -
rather with tragedy, fierce and ferrous,
we'd laugh our hearts out until they stop beating.

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