#nestinggrounds

No bc they're great so it's fine duh

Covered in dust like the crumbling stones around us, Cobwebs hanging from our bones. Holes picked in our skin by tunnelling insects, Who wish us dead more than we ourselves do.

A nest has formed in your hair, my dear, Violets infested with arachnid colonies. Spitting out dead things; chucking out Memories and hoping for a new start.

Dead leaves inhabit this house and I am too far away to notice you crying. Bleeding from your eyes, washing pain away without Thinking. I know I turn my tears into words upon

This page, so they don’t empty me, used up: else I feel like a tap, off and on into eternity, never ceasing. Do you know me now, not that my words fly Harsh and free back at you?

Do you believe me when I tell you the meaning Behind the words I write? That because You left me behind I feel empty, And will never trust humans any more.

I am standing alone in this empty house, Which has no ceilings to hang from, but lying Above is only sky, blue sky and no clouds From which I can draw silver linings,

Clouds without edges and without Limits. Unlimited feelings escaping into the Atmosphere as I stand helpless at the foot of The hill, between the rows of perfectly positioned

Trees, which call my name subtly into the night. The sky accepts their demand and Prepares my demise, and still I stand Still in this house, still waiting for your return.

You’ve never come back, you’ll never ever Put yourself through the pain you once felt When your hand brushed against the burning flame They call my skin: burning with passion and loss.

You cannot undo what we did, what you did to Me. The pleasure I sought out from our affair Was short lived. Short like the lives of Delicate butterflies floating in the

Sky above this broken house, skipping Gaily through the still and silent breeze. They, satisfied, pay no attention to the tears I weep On open soil on Earth here below.

BFL is a gorgeous singer great choice!

br: 9/10 xxx