Rosematter

Chuck Norris Doesn't Sleep, He Waits
Frustration overwhelms me. I want to rip my heart right from my chest. And with it pounding in my hands scream, I dont need this anymore. Is the view, is it better on the west coast? Are the sunsets as breath-taking As the surreal words that pass through your lips? You are my escape. You know it, I know it. So many miles, (missed connections). So why can you read me like the back of your hand? I have tried with everything in me not to feel this way, To grow up and realize your faults. Was yours the first time that we locked eyes? From Letras Mania