.//cheryl-ann-
the beautifuldisaster, hopelessly and recklessly needing the boy. giving this her all, the last semblance
of trust left within. this is imperfection perfected, in her heart
[[she drowns in her dreams. an exquisite extreme, she knows. she's as damned as she seems, and more heaven than a heart could hold
she's soft to the touch. but frayed at the end, she breaks. she's never enough, and still she's more than one can take]]
I wrote two songs today after like a million years. I don't feel like I used to feel when I finished writing a song. Instead I feel so inept. Words used to flow so easily but now my writings seem so retarded. It lacks a certain sagaciousness and depth.