Monday
Sunday
the second.sounds emo?

was the first through the morning
trying to implicate the hours
when your heart is redeemed
by your self-proclaimed demons
while all this seemed so fine
you guilt inside your selfish times.
~SWEET TIMES~
Friday
standing still ?

as the images goes pass
in debts of those unwanted minds
blood runs through my lies
in remembrance of your beautiful eyes
So after all my lines and cries
Will I be still standing still?
~SWEET TIMES~
Monday
Tuesday
webs

On the first day
I hoped that we would see this through
But now you're leaving
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
See you're not listening
I'm clearly just not getting through
So if you're leaving
I won't stand in front of you
Tell me there's something
In this web we weave
Can't you see you know
This chapter's old after all
~SOUR TIMES~
Friday
Monday
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