aceblade's works:

words are just a whisper your face is unclear, and you, bring me to my knees, and here I sit, gloating at the red flowers I got for you I'm down and I don't know if I can make it, you don't know who I was supposed to be, so look at me close, I'm a man who won't let himself be, so deep in a hole,... Sign in to see full entry.