A blank canvas always gives the painter an illusion of innocence
But there are voices in the stern silence of the dark night if you listen closely
The Hugo Boss stained ambience clandestinely
Musks the stench of yet another bleeding heart
They probably should have never said hello
Along Hallowed hallways paved on promises of everlasting lust
These lilac scented lies have brought you a beautiful truth laced in fiction
They’ll have you thinking dreams come true on Louis Vuitton sheets spread out on huge Victorian beds in rooms whose vintage walls have bounced off more of Jezebel’s echoes of ecstasy than any Chinese brothel in the capital
I thought she knew, that the devil was the most beautiful angel ever created.
There’s a bench in the park that’s keeping all of my secrets
On it lies the things I have seen with my ears and the things I have heard with my eyes
On that bench I watch things
Most days I watch humans Continue reading
I wish you would stop pretending.
Pretending that everything is okay when it feels like your world is crumbling down around you. I wish you could stop acting like a superwoman and just fall down and cry. I wish you could just let it all out and tell the world how tired you are. I wish that for once you would stop putting everyone ahead of yourself…just once…that you could put yourself first and just love yourself before you attempt to love anyone else. I wish you could stop for a minute, look into the mirror and realize just how different the woman looking back at you is from the woman you ought to be. For once, just this once, I wish you would not give a dame and just run wild, run to that place in your heart that you buried the day you decided it was okay to not be happy. I wish that for once, you would stop pretending to be happy and actually be happy. Continue reading