itscherryanne:

Is that too much to ask for?

Got it? Good. 

clover91:

You must believe in 
the capability to fall in love
with ink smeared and blotted
onto a white page,
     a Rorschach of romance.

Fall into the imagery,
   stumble down the line breaks
      like a stair case,
         maybe you will scrape your knee
and leave a little blood
embedded between blue lines
and black ink.

This paper is bruised
from confessions
I’ve thrown into it. 

I can only speak for those that do not know me,
I can only write the words that would not show me,
I will never quite explain what I’ve been doin’.

I am you and you are me but we are nothing,
My heart broke and rose to go but I’m not goin’,
‘Cause I loved you long before the day I told ya.

And it’s you and it’s me and it’s time on our side,
Tonight I want you to be my safety rope,
Oh but tonight you’ve got a heavy load.

We both shine for morning time we’d spend together,
We don’t pine or cross the line or go one better,
And we would sing to those who’d bring us stormy weather.

And it’s you and it’s me and it’s time on our side,
Tonight I want you to be my safety rope,
Oh but tonight you’ve got a heavy load.

And she said that I want my innocence man,
I want my confidence back,
I don’t wanna feel like this no more.
Pull up they push and play you,
Now you’re this fool they made you,
I don’t wanna feel like this no more.

youllcomecrawlin:

Unf

too true, I hear ya 😉