Some nites

i just wish you were here, to feel my little black heart, cry.
cry, because it misses you so badly.
To only know the life we live,
constantly hiding,
sometimes these scars burn with the anguish of yesterdays, and yester-years.

The way humans judge, is even worst than how God judges,
maybe if we were to move somewhere far, and ill grown off these black wings of my back,
and become,
that girl, you knew.

That girl you knew, got stuck in a dark room back in 07, she never came out the room, what came out was yet an image of what cruelty inflicted upon here once upon a blue, white heart :)





sometimes you can barely see me at night.