The countless faces
I have fall upon, mean nothing.
The distinguished aromas,
To me, smell the same.
...
I saw your face again.
As if nothing had happen.
We were friends again
For a second at least.
...
Just forget about my house of mirrors,
Forget about the images you have seen.
Forget about the trust you once had for me.
...
im Brianda. i live in beautiful California. im 18. im going to school to major in English. i love music to the bottom of the barrel. I will one day write a book about a character completely different from me. It will be interesting. life is full of surprises. so do what you feel.)
Im Tired
The countless faces
I have fall upon, mean nothing.
The distinguished aromas,
To me, smell the same.
The Loveless actors,
All act as one.
All the colors,
Turn out the same.
All the books,
have the same happy ending.
Theres no love.
Theres too much greed.
Im tired.