December 2010
shin3--0n-deactivated20120413 asked: i founded you (:
Beautiful Disaster
Rubbed off mascara, a
Black.
Chunky.
Dried up substance.
Settling on my face, chilling on the corner of my
Red.
Tiresome.
Eyes.
Staring back at my person.
Praying for more sleep, less time in reality.
Thoughts from hours before, travel through my mind.
Remembering the crystal droplets that fell from my wet eyes.
Making my heart drop, as I run through those hurtful words over and over.
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