I died tomorrow nighti died tomorrow nightI died tomorrow night by LadyUndone
when you'll say goodbye
and i'll play forever long
our last favorite song.
i'll hear black butterflies
crashing against the windows,
and i'll listen to the light
as it fades into the sky.
i'll smell dying flowers
and the poison in my veins,
and i'll crave lucid colors
to paint my heart sane.
i'll taste the sweet bitterness
your tongue has to give me
so you'll punish my soul,
and i'll ask for forgiveness.
i'll see the old grey walls
saying its secret lies
- inside my mind, only you
and death which us binds.
i died yesterday night
when you said goodbye
and i wrote you a song
to haunt you all life long.
NostalgiaLike an old bridge that you had forgot to travel on.Nostalgia by Tailscoolio
Its bricks entangled within years of old moss and memories.
Taking you back to distant events that no longer exist.
...Events that should only happen once.
Like a new comics store, laiden with old treasures.
Each cover becoming a new story of delight the author tried so hard to acheive.
All the artists, writers and publishers, living between the pages.
...Even if that is the only place they call home.
Like new cartoons and t.v. shows, dead with old tricks.
We don't remember them, unless they remember the cartoons that knew how it was done.
We don't need them,
...when we have clear memories of childhood.
...When we have strong ties to the past.
...When we have...