“The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach” - unknown
Seeking the arms of surrender
steady hand and shaken soul
she; the beautiful pretender
finds a world she can control
Fighting the fear of forever
finding something worth the fall
wishing the want of whatever
(wishing for nothing at all)
Playing in prisons of pleasure
locked inside cycles of lies
these are the chains that protect her
binding her to her disguise
Unburying unbearable treasure
ex’s can not be uncrossed
properly applying the pressure
painfully; the real pain is lost









-mandie-





i haven't been by in way too long, and my loss, believe me. you really do rhyme so damn well, and you never lose the message you want to convey
love, lane

















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