I miss you like the flower misses the sun in the night-time like a parched throat misses water like a nocturnal animal misses the dark I remember you like a person remembers a first kiss
To fall from Grace, isn't hard to do. Once mis-step and clouds give way from you. Fallen Angel, once so adored, Now finds themself at Hell's door. Their wings are clipped,
I had stopped trying I had forgotten I felt lost Pessimism gripped me. I had fallen for a wasnt in a long ago. I thought I'd never fall again I stopped trying. I used to smile more
The world is full of pithy little sayings and sweetly spoken platitudes by the shiniest of happies. "Everything will be okay, and Everything will work out in the end.
