Monday, July 16, 2007
it should be my flame. my fire, mine.
at design now, dont want to go back tot he empty house.
even if parents were around, they wouldnt understand.
looking at the candle ron ron is lighting, wind blows and off it goes.
like the candle, i stand strong.
breakable, melts in strong heat
but i stay strong, hiding from the wind, managing the wind.
but time after time, they blow off that flame of passion.
for any matter it would be, against my fury, against anything and everything thats me.
but time after time, i light that lil candle head of mine,
because it has always been burning inside.
then, one day, they blew it off.
and the only reason, the one reason that brought me into this complicated situation, the one reason why i wanted to be here, they blew it off.
can the candle ever light up again?
i wont walk away like that, i wil stay strong.
but with nothing that strong to keep me going, it will be a struggle, im sure it will.
stay strong.
8:25 AM
I love vintage & rouge-.
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