eatsleepdraw:

A drawing I recently did, soviet school kids.
To the cold

It’s quiet, and i’m not so warm, the thought of having you kept me cold. I have a blanket, but truth be told, it was your soul that made me bold. I’ve not enough words to describe the way I feel, making time go slower the harder my brain starts to peel.

Mistakes happen and I don’t know where to start, to ask for forgiveness in the very dark. I still persue because clearly it’s in my nature, to get things I want although I’m lacking paper.

From head to toe, the very description of you with your lips tied like a bow.

God,

If I could feel it once more things would be so much better. Training myself not to care, I will never be that bitter. I wish, yeah I wish it’d go back to normal, ease your way in and let me know.

This boy has persistence and a need to go, the very same old and pain to cope. I love you so much, please row the boat.

It’s 4:29 and I’ve got to go, you’re still in my mind and theres lots to go. Things are different and I’ve got lots to show, again,

I love you, I love you so.

Uneasy hearts, oh, they weigh the most.


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skater Baltimore by i am lucky on Flickr.