themidnightonix

I sit down every day With a pen And try my hardest to be honest And I have found That it is much easier To find the cracks in everyone else And fill them with my words Than it is to look in a mirror And see the gaping holes in myself. I can tell you easily And without a shake in my hands Or a quiver in my voice That the girl with long legs and pretty curls Has lips made of flowers And galaxies behind her eyes I can tell you That the girl with hair like Wind and a shaky heart Glows only because She has paper thin skin That's been chafed against too many times And the liquor cabinet is The only thing she loves that hasn't Broken her yet