Thursday, November 24

Hands on the mirror,
can't get much clearer.
Can't make this all go away,
Now that you're bleeding,

you stare at the ceiling.
Watch as it all fades away.



Tied to the testing of wills,
where my heart breaks and spills.
Left to the sight of the sky,
in your arms I'm defined.



assignment due on week 6.
left with two more weeks.
what the hell...