11 Feb 2010
John Mayer.GOD.
zaza at 10:59 pm
8 Feb 2010
Flowers are caressed with passionate showers
Time poses a threat with its endless hours
Misery takes a walk through my mind
Hand in hand with madness, openly unkind
Tears form and slowly solidify
Face the pain, he said, but do not cry
Those who laugh at you and criticize
Fail to see the world through your eyes
In my heart soundly sleep dead dreams
They tear me apart right at the seams
A flower of pain blossoms inside
Leaving me with remains that I try to hide
Conceal everything with a wrecked smile
Broken memories lay in a cluttered pile
I try and join them together once more
Nostalgia and heartache galore
zaza at 12:15 am