Once spoken for and now alone by UnSewnTower, literature
Literature
Once spoken for and now alone
I write this little letter for myself I guess, and myself alone. No other half and I've given up trying to find whoever has the other part of my heart. A girl who was perfectly me grew up and stopped phone calls from the best days of her life. The days I never had. A black payphone hung on the wall where the words fell from between her lips and it never mattered what they were, as long as they were there. We were no longer children, and could not sit in the abyss pressing our palms into the sockets of our eyes make believing we could see the future. We were no long children and no longer played dress up or planned out our dying days, old toge
Every picture I'm setting out into the world I'm sending with the lyrics to songs now.
I've given up writting about my life and thoughts along side.
I'm doing this because I am sick of displaying feelings like that.
With a little photo of what i was looking at when I thought about love or how I hated my life.
My general emotional decay is nothing but a minor setback.
Sometimes I steal people souls.