metalgearmetroid

Burning water Bloody cuts Chopped up words And cut off buts I do my best It's not enough Misunderstandings Can be rough You never learn though I should too but I'd never give up on Me and you

This boy is always pacing through my dreams But in that realm, important though it seems Thoughts and feelings often meet in play In ways they wouldn't dream of day by day Kind and friendly, not a frightening face In fact, a solid sight in shadows' place But one on which I do not dare depend My dream love awake is but a friend My heart may jump, and kisses I may take But feelings must be stowed once I awake Against survival instincts, though, some slip Past my try for an all controlling grip Since the genocide is incomplete My feelings now and then come out to meet The person to which they stubbornly cling Who, luckily, does no

No… yes? PMS? Duck, feelings incoming! Yes, no—stay? Go! Sets strained heartstrings strumming Where from do you come, Waves of life unstable? From when do you send Your card that breaks my table? Grow up, spilled cup And poured milk on the tile Down play in every way That this was worth your while Come back, heart attack Shock my tired system Not again, I can't mend The broken bow that missed him