It seems,
i have this habbit of
splitting into two.
A duality,
A longing of leaving
and
clinging
to a
comfortable mess.
Heart's no use!
Head's not right!
Love's not right!
Life's not right!
Torn heart
stuffed down tight!
No one must know,
No one must know.
Shhhhh...
Shhhhh...
Choke, choke, choke.
Dont say a word,
Even when it gets too tight.
Know your place.
Look away,
Look away.
dont think.
Dont feel.
Dont say.
Hope, hope, hope,
It goes away...
True Stella ♡ is strange and
True Stella ♡ is strange and so is life ;)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Schizing Is Necessary Sometimes
Me divided by two equals a whole bunch of totally unrelated parts scattered waiting for just the right wind. Usually a status avoided, hope just four letters, but love happens and that's a 4 letter word too :D ~allets~