To Love and Die in December

Miles of white, sparkling snow stretching out before me,

The snowflakes are still steadily falling erasing the traces of our steps..

To make it perfect once again.

It’s colder in the air but at least my hand is warm,

It’s wrapped around in yours.

The metal was heavy when I held it,

But you said that was alright.

As long as I could pull the trigger, we’d be just fine..

Shivering as you helped me hold it to your head;

One bullet gone,

You fell in the snow.

Crimson flecked the perfect white,

I held your hand so very tight..

Raising metal against my head.

Two bullets gone,

I fell in the snow.

Crimson flawed the perfect white..

But the snowflakes were steadily falling,

Erasing the traces that we were there..

To make it perfect once again.

Sleep…

Going to bed. Love you, Carrie. Sorry I didn’t get to say goodnight on MSN. Well… I should have eaten a banana before bed for potassium. As we know, potassium makes you dream and I have a dreamblog.

I’ll just hope that my mind gives me some new, interesting material to put in there. Rather than just me apparently being a rapist in my dreams. Hopefully it’ll be something I’ll enjoy writing out and remembering. If I do remember it. My memory is shit.

Well, goodnight Tumblr. I think you’re pretty cute with all your words and pictures.

Beaucoup d’amour. <3

much love. <3

Southern Boys

Addddddddddddddddddd…

Yeah, that’s a cat noise. 

I gotta stop with these short posts but no one reads the long ones.

Awww… </3

You know how some people post themselves onto Youtube playing guitar and singing their favorite songs, making covers of them?

I’ve always wanted to do that…

I wish I could play guitar. I’ll keep practicing. 

I wish I could sing. Maybe someday I’ll actually try without sounding idiotic.