Activities of . misty

Even if my heart was gold, you'd look at it like a bag of pennies

When I'm with you nothing needs to be fixed anymore

If it were a pretty contest, you would beat the moon

when you're drunk, you have no regard for my feelings.

My body is not your's to use. I'm happy I can confidently say that now.

I poured out my soul in rivers that were poisoned

The phrase; 'time heals all, ' is misleading. No one mentions that depending upon how deep the gash, there will always be a scar.

I clung to the memories like photographs. There are no pictures of us anymore. I break my own heart thinking of things you'd never do.

I conceal the scars that coat my body. The only ones you'll see run along my intimate parts. My naked body is not yours to see, like my never-healing...

I hope you think about the times we had. the memories you reminisce always fails to include the bottle clutched in hand